Jen: French toast, french toast, everyone loves you. Why don't I?
French toast: I don't know, Jen. I'm bread dipped in egg yolk and cinnamon and fried on a pan. What's not to like?
Jen: I don't know, but for some reason I have a hard time with you.
French toast: I'm not that different from other bready breakfast foods. Why you gotta be hatin'?
Jen: Don't be so offended. I'm not sure why. I wish i could like you. I think i prefer the flatness and lightness of pancakes and you're kind of too thick and heavy for me. Yes, i think that's it. I feel like I'm eating a brick.
French toast: That's your own fault. Cut your bread thinner.
Jen: I know, but I can't. You should see me try to cut bread. But that is neither here nor there... the point is, I wish i could like you more. However, I have had stuffed french toast and i like that better.
French toast: yes, like cream cheese and fruit?
Jen: yeah, that sounds good to me. I'm a sucker for foods filled with stuff. Cream-filled donut? yes, please. And i am ashamed to admit it but I think i was the only person on the planet that liked stuffed-crust pizza.
French toast: Yes, that is gross. You're a freak.
Jen: I know. So perhaps i'll give you a try again down the road, one day.
French toast: Well, ok then. I guess I'll see you around, maybe.
Jen: Don't feel bad. I feel similar feelings toward waffles, aka high-maintenance pancakes.