French Toast is in the Air...

I should begin by saying that I work in the midst of downtown DC, where Code Red refers not only to a terror alert, but also an air quality alert. As the weather gets increasingly hot and humid (you fiends are aware that DC was built on a swamp, right?) the air quality drops. Anyway... I stepped off the bus this morning to walk the short distance between the bus stop and my office. Since hot weather has arrived, the morning air downtown usually smells strangely like urine (or at least it smells like how New Orleans smelled when I went there a few years ago for the Sugar Bowl - i.e. urine!) but this morning the air was filled with the strangest smell. Can you guess? (look at the title of the post, silly fiends! look at the picture!) It smelled of french toast! Huh?

Hopefully this isn't the part of the entry where I am expected to solve the mystery of the french toast smell because, my fiends, I haven't a clue. Since as of right now there is only one fiend who reads this blog, unless he knows why (do you know why, Karthik?), I think this is either going to have to be filed under "Unsolved Mysteries" or "X-files," whichever one is less likely to get me sued for copyright infringement.