My craving for french toast got the best of me, so I satisfied it with two slices of crisp, sweet, egg-dipped goodness this morning.  Last weekend I tried to satisfy it with an eggless version that substituted mashed banana and coconut milk for the egg. That might have worked if I hadn’t burnt it to a crisp. 

I did manage a six-day stretch of meeting all the guidelines prior to this morning.  And the french toast was my only infraction for today.