I hard-boiled some eggs yesterday. I didn’t eat them all. This morning I ate the rest. I had four hard-boiled eggs. There was a slice of raisin bread on the table, smeared with peach jam from last year’s canning adventures. I had given it to Adrian to eat, but he did not want it. (I gave one to Erin as well, and she ate hers all up.) The untouched slice of raisin bread smeared with peach jam from last year’s canning adventures drew me in, so I ate it too. I had four hard-boiled eggs and a slice of raisin bread for breakfast.
The raisin bread was not toasted.