i'm sitting on my balcony writing this, eating a piece of toast, drinking a cup of coffee and enjoying the relative coolness of the breeze. i love my new apartment! it's so homey and comfortable compared to the sterile institution i was living in last year. the best part is that my balcony faces the united methodist church of norman. it is such a beautiful church. at night it's lit up beautifully. anyway, that is all just to say, "it's a pleasant morning in norman-town."

the real purpose of this post is toast. that's right, toast. this morning i decided to make myself some toast with honey on it for breakfast. i always love toast when i make it, but it seems i usually forget and go for a more convenient breakfast like a granola bar and an apple. anyway, while i was eating my toast this morning i started thinking about how much i used to love eating it, how good it was, and that i wanted to reaquaint myself with eating toast for breakfast.

as i was sitting here eating, i got to thinking about my history with toast, and it brought back some really fond memories of childhood. you see, my parents are quite frugal. this was even more the case when melanie and i were young because my dad was in school. that coupled with the fact that they generally try not to keep junk food in the house meant that my childhood breakfasts were almost always corn/bran flakes. sometimes though, when one of my parents had the time to help us make it, we would eat toast. specifically, i remember one day coming into the kitchen, and my dad had mixed cinammon and sugar and topped his and our toast with it. this became something of a staple treat, and from that day on, there was (and still is) always a small tupperware container of cinammon and sugar mixed together in the spice cabinet in my family's kitchen.

now i realize that there was nothing magical or even special about the cinammon and sugar my dad made. it's literally just white sugar and cinammon in a container that he shakes up a bit. however, i can not imagine mixing it and having it in my house. it would make the memory mundane, and i like thinking of cinammon toast as a real treat rather than an easy, cheap snack. so maybe it's ridiculous that i will not go into my kitchen and mix some up for slice number two that my hungry tummy is telling me to make, but i just can't.