Creamed Mushrooms on Toast

When I'm home alone and making dinner for myself, my standards change dramatically. If Craig's there (and he usually is), I know he has certain expectations about what constitutes a dinner. That's fair, because most people do. But alone? My standards go out the window and I just improvise a meal with whatever I have on hand. And the other night, while Craig was in London showing his movie at the Raindance Film Festival, I happened to have the following on hand: mushrooms, thyme, cream and b...