Is there anything more wonderful than a perfectly toasted english muffin with all the "nooks and crannies" filled with melting butter? I could have them with every meal - sadly, that never ever happens. But on the rare occasion my husband and I actually pick them up at the store, they are a surprising delight. We always seem to wait too long between purchases in my opinion, but I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder as they say, because every time I enjoy one again, I am surprised by how good they really are.
There are so many foods I adore - but things that I can toast, for some reason are a real comfort to me. While I was in the Provo MTC, my companion had a toaster mailed to her and I had my mom send me Great Harvest wheat bread, so we could have toast any time we wanted it. And a toaster in my apartment in Russia was a near miracle. It is surprisingly difficult to make toast with a skillet.
So today, thank you toast machine inventor man - Charles Strite, for making my day just a little bit better.
2 comments:
Toasted things ARE wonderful. I toast just about anything I can.
Haha! So true. I love me some toasted goodness. And I often forget about english muffins. Why is that?
P.S. I found your blog! Yay!
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