About every other week, I tell myself that that's it, I'm going to cut out all the unhealthy food out of my life. And just when I decide to do that, a french toast comes along. Am I supposed to say no? Of course not. Are the breakouts worth it? Yes. Every single one.
Yesterday morning I finally had the chance to eat at Benedict- a cafe that serves amazing breakfasts and has been on my "places to it at" list for a long, long time. It took me a while to decide what I want, but the second I spotted the words "french toast" on the menu, the decision was made.
After eating so much we could barely stand on two feet, me and M decided to make our way to the beach. It may be practically the end of October (aka Autumn), but in Israel it currently feels like Summer part 2. While accompanied by my complains about the weather, we walked through the Carmel market and ended up at the beach.