I love raspberries, dark chocolate, decaf lattés, halibut with spicy mango salsa, potatoes mashed with cauliflower, cucumbers, french fries, crisp apples… but my most favorite food is: toast.
With a crunch like boots in snow, with butter pooling in the little troughs and valleys, leaving salty streams across my lips and fingers–what’s not to love?
Toast comforts me when I’m sick, when I’m sad, when I’m bored or peckish. It magically clears my head at day’s end.
Toast is like a warm hand on the belly; toast is perfect.
Unless I am out of butter, and then it’s not.
6 thoughts on “Ode to Toast”
It’s the worst when you put bread in the toaster and then realise NO BUTTER
Right? That’s worse than no bread, because then there’s no potential for toast to get one’s hopes up.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
(…and lemon curd…)
You know, I get that so many people love all kinds of stuff on their toast. I’m sure lemon curd is amazing.
I’m kind of a purist unless I’m trying to make a meal out of it (c.f., TOAST WITH AVOCADO, FRIED EGG, AND GREEN SRIRACHA. OMG!)
Tell me you know what it is…….
And I can understand the purist-ism, if the bread is awesome. (Except then I quite often don’t want to toast it, so awesome but a little bit stale is more my kind of toast-bread)
I DO know what it is, just haven’t needed it yet;).