Subconscious dirtbag moment of the day:
I made my daughters French Toast tonight. Fed them. Collected their plates. Put the plates on the counter next to the sink and the stove.
Then I made my own French Toast.
And as I slid my toast out of the skillet and onto my plate, I reached for my daughters’ abandoned plates with my other hand. Then, one by one, I scraped their used syrup off of their plates and onto my French Toast.
I guess, subconsciously, I was trying not to use new syrup. Trying not to waste. But I did it without thinking. And halfway through my second bite, I realized what I’d done.