Fig Spread on my Toast and Mental Prayer

The bread was toasted and buttered. The fig spread slid evenly over the warm toast. The bread was poised in my hand to be guided into my mouth. I forgot. I needed to pray.
“Bless us, Oh Lord, and these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.”

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