Oh, and thanks for the cyber high-five, Rob !

One of the funniest things ever was when I was cooking breakfast for my former French girlfriend Lynda, and I made her a nice plate of french toast, using english muffin bread, with fruit and bacon on the side.

She looked at it with a clueless expression, and asked me: "What's this?"

I laughed and said "It's French toast!"

And she responded, "We don't eat this in France."

I thought that was hilarious.
I guess it's an American creation, and someone called it French toast to give it an exotic sounding name. Or maybe they just don't prepare this breakfast in her region (she was from Lyon).

She also never ate cinnamon before, and hated it when she tried it. I've never met someone who didn't like cinnamon.

Ah, those crazy French...