Breakfast for my brother
Being engaged has taught me so many things I never imagined; patience to wait for the perfect outfit to be ready, enjoying a truly delicious meal that wasn't nuked in the microwave for two minutes, enjoying the smell of sweet perfume worn by the most beautiful girl in the world and planning a future with the one I love. I had no idea such things like shellac, tampons and yoga pants were so important...no sir.
Before all these feminine fancies were introduced to me, I lived a peaceful and simple life with my brother. Although he is only a year and a half younger than I, we are one and the same. Since the day we both learned how to ride a bike on the hot asphalt of St. George we were always doing things together.
Our particular bro-mance is something quite unique. My younger brother and I are fortunate enough to have an older brother who we both dearly love, but because he chose to break my remote-control car (he said he was going to turn it into a go cart that I could ride on) when I was 7 married 5 months after I returned from my mission in Russia, I realized that my brother-hood team would have to be Batman and Robin instead of the Three Stooges.
My younger brother and I, who I will tenderly call Kiki", did everything together. While riding our bikes, we would pretend that we were the two bike cops from Chips. I would tell him that he could be the white cop who had a super fast motorcycle and I would be the black cop. The real reason I chose to be him was because I wanted to have the gun verses the night stick that Kiki had. When traveling with our parents to General Conference, restaurants or wherever, we would ALWAYS talk to each other with British accents so others would think that we were international and want to talk to use. We made an extra effort to do this around cute girls...and the shirk away when they actually started to talk to us.
All of this is to give background to understanding why I chose my latest Pinterest Project. Because Kiki and I have lived with each other for the past 3 years, and because I feel slightly responsible to keep him healthy so he can perform well on the BYU Football field, I decided to make him breakfast before his big game. Naturally I went to Pinterest to scout out some different recipes that are tailored for breakfast and found this recipe.
The recipe was so easy and I even bought twice the amount of ingredients so I could make some for my fiancé that Sunday for breakfast. I mixed the eggs, milk, cinnamon, vanilla and then poured it onto the honey oat bread inside the Crockpot. I made sure to do this in the evening so that he would wake up in the morning and smell the cinnamon and vanilla soaked breakfast. Yeah...didn't happen.
When I woke up I could smell the french toast wafting into my room. I was excited that I was up before my brother and would be able to get breakfast prepared and ready before he woke up. After entering the kitchen however, that all changed.
I hesitantly opened the Crockpot and and immediately noticed that it wasn't anything like the french toast I had dreamt of the night before. The top was a little black, texture like dead skin and the smell....burnt. How could my Pinterest recipe let me down?! I was so confident in my pinning abilities and sure that the recipe would be a huge hit- neighbors would come running to try a small morsel of the heavenly fluff! Surely my fiancé would be all the more confident in her decision for me to be her husband...but after this fr%nch toast? Not a chance!
After I flung the piece french dunk out my front door (it's still rotting somewhere in our apartment complex) I made my brother a peanut butter and honey sandwich and wished him luck at his game.