Condiment Conundrum

The other morning, I scrambled some eggs in a wide bowl, dunked slices of bread in it, fried them until they were nice and crisp, and served them for breakfast. My wife called it “Eggy Bread” and put ketchup on them, while I called it French Toast, and had it with butter and maple syrup.

French Toast, with butter and syrup, as God intended.An abomination.

It’s one of the stranger food-differences I find here in Britain, but I have to agree with my wife on this one. After all, I eat Scram...