I used to take my time with French toast

I used to think that French toast had to be soaked in egg mixture overnight.

I had a sort of belief that the more carefully you make it, the better it tastes, so I would prepare it the night before. I would get it ready to just bake in the morning and then go to sleep. I thought this was the right way to do it.

But in reality, all I was doing was making the bread soggy.

When I looked it up, I found out that you can do the same thing in two minutes in the microwave. You heat it up to loosen the structure of the bread and pour the egg mixture in. It seems that what I was spending all night doing could physically be accomplished in two minutes.

It seems that taking time and doing things carefully are different things.

Ever since I realized that, I've started to wonder about other things, too. I wonder if there are things other than cooking where I spend a lot of time, but the results don't really change that much.

But since this is a story about French toast today, I'll decide not to think that far.

At least in the kitchen in the morning, I feel that being able to make the same thing in 10 minutes suits me better right now than being satisfied with myself for taking a long time.

Was I living carefully back when I used to prepare it the night before, or was I just finding comfort in taking my time?

I think it was probably the latter. Though this is a story about French toast.

The recipe is here.