maybe i don't get it?

sometimes,
the woodsly goodness doesn't care.
like,
the mountains and the rivers and the trees an' that
are completely indifferent to the availability of internet access,
or even phone service.
it's not a joke.
the northern natural world will F* up a signal
quicker than hurry-up, if you feel me.
big wet heavy leaves and bright green baby branches,
and clouds and fog and unseasonably coooold temperature (of course),
all combine to create pockets of mini maelstrom mayhem
that snaps lines and blocks signals and shut us out.
nature wins at keeping us apart.
so,
that's where i've been the past few days, neighbors-
right here,
blacked out from the outside world,
but wide awake and alert,
reading and waiting for the big next steps.
oh,
and trying to figure out what the big deal is about french toast.
yeah.
its supposed to be like flat cinnamon waffles?
bad pancakes for folks only slightly too lazy to make pancakes?
toast, except wet, and not toasted?
maybe i turned dumb,
or maybe, just barely maybe, it's french toast that's the dumb one.
i made it anyway.
uh-huh.
i mean,
i kind of needed to see what the fuss was all about.
and i'll be honest, friends-
i ate it up, and i chowed it down, and i still don't get it.
check the day-one-type teleport:

soymilk, flax seeds, tapioca flour, maple syrup, cinnamon, vanilla, nootch,
nutmeg, ginger, and earth balanced butterish pats for pan-frying.
i doo-doo that.
i tried out some whipped cream on there, too.
the hot toasty toast slices melted it down in record time.
heavy, batter covered baggy batches of soggy toast are expert?
i guess so.
after all,
i did it again the next day.
yup.
check the day-two-type teleport:

this time,
there was no whipped cream.
there was a reconditioned no-egg dredge sauce, with much-improved proportions.
that made this batch a damned sight better,
even though the first take was actually pretty authentic tasting to begin with...
oh,
and these jauns had confectioners sugar snowfall on top,
albeit all soaked-through with real maple magic by the time the camera snapped.
old sad bread gets toasted and turns out fine anyway, usually.
at least,
the fancy expensive crackery sourdough business i'm used to.
but maybe,
if you're reppin' poor person bread,
you gotta make scrambled waffle eggs out of it?
i just don't get it.
but i'll eat it again now that i know what to do to make it do what i want it to.
mmmhmmmm.
french toast is way more of a process than just regular toast.
i guess that's what i like about it most;
never quiet, never soft.....