French Toast

Every time there is a winter storm coming, the residents of St. Louis make french toast. Nobody talks about it, in fact I suspect that I am revealing a secret right now and may be unwittingly putting our lives here at risk. I am, however, willing to risk harm to get the truth out. So how did I, an outsider, come to possess this knowledge if nobody speaks of it?

It's simple: Deductive reasoning. Every time the weather people predict a storm, everyone heads out and purchases copious amounts of bread, milk and eggs. And what do you make with these three ingredients? FRENCH TOAST!

But wait, you may say, maybe they are buying other items to eat with their milk, bread, and eggs. Nope! Peanut butter and jelly are left on the shelves, flour and sugar can be found in every store and soup? Well, you'll find cans of all varieties hopefully waiting to be taken home. Alas, the soup waits in vain. We were in Wal-Mart earlier today and there was not one carton of eggs left on the shelf and bread was wiped out. There was plenty of soup, though!

Now that I posses this knowledge, what am I going to do? I would think it'd be obvious. I'm going to stockpile maple syrup and sell it to my neighbors at excessively high prices every time it snows!