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the hour was 4:00 pm, the day monday, the month september.

late september. so late that you'd have to look closely to distinguish it from october.

dip a slice of bread in batter. that's september: yellow gold, soft, and sticky.

fry the bread. now you have october : chewier, drier, streaked with browns.

the day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.

a hint of chilled marmalade in the air.

~tom robbins, skinny legs and all.

yum.

yum.

yum.