Jonesing for Toast

I wanted toast for breakfast so badly this morning that I nearly put on socks and shoes and walked to the neighborhood bakery where they sell toast for one dollar just so I could feed my crispy bread craving. Instead, I tried to placate myself with the idea that in less than twenty-four hours I'll be back in New York City, undoubtedly full from brunch at Prune, coffee and toast at Cafe Gitane, or a round, warm cranberry-walnut boule from Balthazar.

I made myself an extra big coffee with lots of warm frothed milk, checked into my flight, and packed.