Typically, Sunday mornings are a mad rush out the door for me -- and I'm not very good about getting a decent amount of food in my belly pre-church. (I can't tell you how many times I've dashed away, cluthing a slice of bread or an apple. The horror!) No wonder I'm so hungry by the time church is over! :)
Today, however, I woke up earlier than I usually do, and had time to make myself something to sustain me through all of that singing and listening -- French toast!
I had a partial loaf of VERY old homemade bread that was either going to be eaten or tossed today -- I decided to soak it in a simple egg/milk/agave/Penzey's Baking spice custard while I drank my coffee, fried it up in a little butter (gasp!) and drizzled it with syrup. A simple, thrown-together fruit salad on the side complimented things nicely, and I am now full and happy, enjoying my second cup of coffee (double gasp!)
This coffee better kick in quick, because I'm starting to feel like I could go back to bed. Sigh. Sometimes leaving the house in the morning is so hard, isn't it?