I love French toast! I used to have the same “Them there eyes” feelings for pancakes but something changed between us, and we went our separate ways. Before that, I was “Hopelessly devoted” to waffles. And before that it was crepes… Anyway, my French toast was exactly what I needed.
Since my boss’s mother was still deeply entranced by that crystal ball, I closed my eyes and smelled the remnants of caramelized maple syrup and melted butter on my hands. I wondered why no one had made a maple syrup/melted butter (all natural) fragrance? Needless to say, I was in a happy place. Then I looked at the clock– it was getting late; so I cleaned the kitchen and took out the trash.
That’s when I saw my boss! She was seated on the front porch steps eating pizza. I wondered where she’d been. Then my boss looked at me and said, “I went to see the Mayor’s wife– we’re old friends. About 20 years ago, I helped finance one of her first pet projects. She hadn’t met the Mayor yet– we were both volunteering in Africa.” I thought about running inside to get my phone… Then my boss started crying! I hadn’t seen that side of her, and figured the FBI didn’t need to see it either. After a few moments of silence, I asked, “Who made the pizza?” She steadied herself and said, “The Mayor’s wife makes a stunningly good pepperoni pizza with a chickpea flour crust! I want you to make this tomorrow at the bakery… The proceeds will go to the Mayor’s wife’s legal defense fund. Of course, I’ll deduct 20% for administrative costs.” My boss thanked me for spending time with her mother. Then she said, “Go home and feed your cats!”