Once upon a time there were two sisters. One, named Jen – athletic, smart, loyal, equipped with an infectious laugh, lover of wine, and has slight road rage. The other, Amy – embraces the morning, creative (some would say), mother, Type A personality, and suffers from foot-in-mouth disease.
Very different. Very good friends.
And what do two good friends, who haven’t seen each other in awhile, do for fun? Look through food magazines, of course.
There we were last weekend, talking and drooling over pretty pictures of pasta, fruit salad, chocolate cake, and quiche, when she handed me this lovely concoction. I immediately devoured it.
Toast. But not just any toast. Thick Italian bread, smothered with homemade ricotta cheese and jam. Um, Hello. It was so simple and so fantastic. And had me wondering, “Why haven’t I thought of this?”
Have you all been enjoying this combination for years, and I am just coming out of the dark ages?
I fully blame it on my love of cereal (which has been my breakfast choice for, well…forever.) And, as we all know, blame is easier than accepting our own faults.
It’s only been a week since I returned from my trip, but I’m already on my second loaf of crusty bread and second batch of ricotta. I’m in love.