The Morning Pair

The morning, in two jars. French Toast for the pan — eggy bread, pancakes, the batter you make half asleep — and Vanilla Bean Sugar for everything after it: the top of the coffee, the bowl of yoghurt, the edge of the toast. These are the two we reach for before anybody else is up, and they are the two people write in about. Two jars, boxed, with room on the card for a name. Who it is for The teacher. The neighbor. Anybody whose house you are staying in. And the row of people you are buying six of something for.