So I made some French toast. While it was cooking, I realized I had some unused white chocolate. You know what I did? I masterfully slapped that brick on the bread. Then I smiled with accomplishment.
I didn’t even do anything else special. I just sandwiched (I DIDN’T KNOW THAT WAS A VERB!!!) it and let the properties of heat take over. May God rest my soul for creating this abomination.
There was so much white chocolate that I felt like I was ending bigotry and separatism and anything else stopping togetherness. So positive. So rare. Thank you, Based Ghirardelli!