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We broke the fast in a pretty nonmomentous way this evening. I managed to restrain myself and not make french toast, kugel, bagels, fruit salad, and eggs, especially since we’re going on vacation in two days. But I did make yet another version of baked french toast. This one is a little less sweet than the other, which meant Andrew liked it more. I know he liked it, because he had three servings.
Although, I would be misleading you by giving you the impression we sat down to a nice baked break-fast, when in reality, I broke the fast by standing over the counter eating leftover chips and salsa while drinking orange juice. And somehow that doesn’t violate my food rules.