Growing up. My mom made it a point to make breakfast on the weekends. She would make waffles or pancakes. But every now and then she would make what we called Polish Toast.
Basically, it was a piece of bread with the center torn out and then she would put an egg in the middle. So basically, it was a friend egg in the middle of toast.
I later found out that my dad gave this breakfast entrée the name since he is polish and felt this unique dish deserved to have some roots from his ancestors
After growing up I really never had a craving for this breakfast item. But then a few months ago I was trying to think of something creative for breakfast and made some polish toast. I started feeling nostalgic and realized that even though I did not favor this item a lot it still connected me to my childhood.
I sent my dad an email that day to let him know that I had made polish toast. And what is crazy is that he made it the day before. So, it made me feel so connected to my dad. I have always struggled with feeling connected and having things in common with my dad.
So, it warmed my heart to think that an egg, a frying pan and a piece of bread can make a connection. GOD is Awesome
To GOD Be The GLORY. Take Care Much Love
