Hasn’t rained for two months in Mercatale di Cortona, until yesterday. Shutters and doors were banging all night long. I got up for a minute and stood in the middle of the room as if that might help. Then went back to bed an waited for morning. French toast for breakfast, which makes no sense in the middle of Italy, except when u have a pile of bread, a basket of eggs and local honey. My roots travel with me. Beat eggs with a fork til combined; add a little spill of milk, a tiny pinch of salt and a bigger pinch of sugar for each egg. I used a little more salt since they typical bread here is without. Heat butter in the pan til it quiets down. Add the soaked bread and fry on both sides.