Ordering off the menu ...

It was on the menu ... the adult menu, not the children's menu.

And I wanted it.

French toast with a schmear of peanut butter, topped with sliced bananas, maple syrup, and whipped cream.

It was what I wanted, but it seemed so decadent, childish even, for a young woman having brunch with her new in-laws to order something like that.

An omelet, or even pancakes it seemed, would make a better impression, be more mature. But the omelets, the pancakes, the over-easy eggs, even the crispy home fries couldn't hold my attention.

So I ordered it.

French toast with a schmear of peanut butter, topped with sliced bananas, maple syrup, and whipped cream.

It was delicious.

A layered sugar bomb sweetened with my father-in-law's delight ... at the thought of it when I placed my order, and the sight of it when it came to the table.

I sometimes wonder if he, too, wanted to order the French toast with a schmear of peanut butter, topped with sliced bananas, maple syrup, and whipped cream, decided not to ... but was pleased someone else did.

Glad it was me.

Tomorrow is National French Toast Day ... how do you like yours?