A Gift: French Toast Sandwiches with Peaches & Mozzarella

 

Summer is heaving it's last gasp this weekend.  I hope you all played hard and soaked up as much sun as possible.  The tan lines on my feet are fading and my nail polish is long scuffed off.  Mornings see me swaddled in scarves and I've even had to turn the furnace on once or twice.  I know, the horror.  But. The leaves and light are changing, making the world around me so darn pretty, and I think I'm ready now.  Letting go is always a bit prickly to bear, but knowing that good things come in its wake, well, you just have to have faith in that.  Each season we're hit with is a gift, and I'm happy to tuck this summer away.  But before I do.  There are still peaches left to sniff. 

Honey-Roasted Apple & Brie Stuffed French Toast

 

Apples.  I bet if I peaked in most of your fridges I'd find some, right?  I know I find myself picking them up most shopping trips - they are good to have on hand for crisps and pies and general snacking.  I'm kind of weird (or a lot weird depending on who you ask) in that I only eat apples if I slice them - biting into a whole one is not my thing.  Same with pears.  Maybe in my old age I'm regressing back to kindergarten behavior.  What's next?  Velcro sneakers and drawing with markers that smell like fruit?  So be it.  Some days I wish I could scoot back 35 years and just be a kid, hanging out on the farm with my pet cow Susie and running around in rubber boots.  I'm sure Mom had apples in the fridge back then, too.  And I probably wanted them sliced.