What’s for breakfast? How about Kazakhstan toasts

Living with a picky eater is one thing. But living with a picky eater who is a bit ocd, well, that is something completely different.

I’m not sure how this ever came up, but one day my son comes up to me and asks, “You know where I’d like to visit?”

I was expecting Hawaii. Maybe the beach or Disney World. Possibly even the local movie theater. Instead, I got this . . .

“Kazakhstan.”

Ok, I have a confession to make. I’m not the smartest guy. And I wasn’t even sure if I’d heard of Kazakhstan, much less knew where it was.

I was left with just one question: Why?

There was no real reason. He had just heard of it, liked the name, thought it would be interesting to visit. I don’t no anyone in that country, but their Department of Tourism might want to think about hiring my son to develop a promotional campaign for them.

I can hear it now . . . “Escape the pressures of your life and escape to the wonderland that is Kazakhstan. . . ” Yep, it’s right up there with Disney and Branson when it comes to those family vacations.

And so, as you might imagine, the wonderful country of Kazakhstan is a much discussed region around our house now.

For breakfast recently, I made some Kazakhstan toasts. They’re just like French toasts, only spelled differently. I figured that was a lot cheaper than the airfare to the country. Plus, no one would have to get any shots . . . at least not until after they’d eaten.