I like toast. I have to limit my consumption though, since my Snugglebunny insists on making all of our bread. So if we ate toast for breakfast everyday a batch of bread wouldn't last the week. But today is a day off, so I'm enjoying thick slices of homemade toast with some delightfully runny homemade strawberry jam given to us by Mrs. Boss along with my ever present mug of very strong tea.
Toast is such a plain thing and terribly common these days. Toast is easy. Toast and beans after being out at the bar. Toast and peanut butter or CheeseWhiz (TM) for an after school snack. But if you think about it, before sliced bread and electric toasters, making toast was a major undertaking. Each slice having to be put on a grill before the fire or over the stove.
Toast. A small butter and jam covered miracle.
Contemplating toast also gives me an excuse to post this clip from the highly amusing and quite silly cartoon Invader Zim:
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