This morning started out leisurely as I shuffled down to the kitchen to start cooking up a comforting breakfast. The ipod was playing, the coffee was brewing and I was easing into my day. I sliced up some fresh wheat bread, dipped it in a mixture of eggs, milk, and vanilla and patiently turned every little cube to ensure that each edge was perfectly toasted. I dusted the pieces with cinnamon sugar and skewered them, adding a twist of minneola to each stick just to be fancy. (I am a stylist, after all) It was shaping up to be a good morning. Coffee was steaming hot, adorable breakfast was plated, now all I needed was the maple syrup. Maple syrup?... did I buy maple syrup last time I was at the store? My heart sank just a little. Sure enough, when I opened the cabinet it was Old Mother Hubbard style - completely bare. Luckily, I had the rest of the juicy minneola from my garnish, a scoop of brown sugar and a dollop of apricot jam at my disposal. Cooked over medium heat, while my skewers stayed warm in the oven, the concoction yielded a delightfully sweet and citrusy glaze that complimented the cinnamon coated french toast. Necessity IS the mother of invention.