I’ve recently discovered Thomas’ English Muffins. While I never believed that the commercials were serious in their message, I have come to realize that an English Muffin and a knife is a travesty.
An English Muffin and a fork. Ahhhh, there you go. The perfect meeting of implement and intent. The fork is the key to creating the nooks and crannies. Without the nooks and crannies, you apparently have thick toast and nothing more.
Jam. Butter. Cheese. Eggs. Bacon. Peanut butter. Mini pizzas. Is there nothing I cannot do with this thing? I’m enthralled. I’m verklempt.
Why, I never thought of that. A fork you say … hm. Long have I known the wonderfulness that is English muffins, but I think you may have a point I never considered when it comes to nooks and crannies, my friend.
“Nooks” are “an interior angle formed by two meeting walls” and it’s highly unlikely to find one in breadstuff. (No, I’m NOT going to read the other definition. Why?)
Last night I went to the yuppie grocery store 'cuz I like the carpeted aisles. After hundreds of trips to this store – each time eschewing overpriced items for which I can find cheap substitutes – I finally caved and bought some ExpensoJam. Why the strange moniker, you ask? Consulting my receipt here, I see that the 13 ounce jar of gourmet jam cost me $5.99.
Damn, Cartooniverse! You’re just now discovering the wonderfulness of the nooks and the crannies? What a wasted life…
But seriously, I’ve loved those little crispy muffins all my life. Alas, a few weeks ago my toaster broke, so I can’t enjoy them again until I get a new one. (Untoasted TEMs are useless!)