crunch
I wanted toast.
crunch
I made toast.
crunch
I have toast.
crunch
Another Rue DeDay Drama with a happy ending.
crunch, crunch, crunch
My toast is gone.
I want toast.
(One day I’ll post something substantial. One day. Don’t hold your breath.)
-Rue.
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Mmmm…Toast.
'specially toast made with Pepperidge Farm Toasting White bread.
Where is Powdered Toast Man when you need him?
Croissant…
FRENCH TOAST!!!
Candy is dandy, but I love toast the moast.
<Bang on toaster>
FREEEENCH TOOOOOOAST!!!
</Bang on toaster>
Heywood rules!
Toast, Toast
Glorious Toast
Nothing quite like it for
eating the most,
[wonders off, looking for a toaster]
I love toast. I could live on toast. In fact, occasionally I do just that. Peanut butter on toast. Pate on toast. Cheese on toast. Ham and dill pickles on toast. Gentleman’s Relish on toast. And then the bread runs out. I weep when the bread runs out. My story does not have a happy ending.
Toast must be done in a very special way though. It must be just getting brown. No burning. Slap the marge on straight away so that it melts into the toast - and no skimping - it must spread right up to the edges. What is with people who only butter the middle of the toast? You’re left with dry toast at the edges! Who wants dry toast apart from masochists and perhaps monks who have taken vows to live simple dry-toast lives?
Toast toast toast.
Fran
Mmmm. Lightly toasted marbled rye bread (and butter). Mmmmmmmmm.
Such an easy dinner for tonight. Thanks, Rue.
I made homemade bread on Sunday. Not only do I have toast for breakfast, I have kick-ass toast for breakfast. Every day this week. Lots o’ butter, seedless blackberry jam on one slice. Skippy creamy Peanut butter on the other.
Francesca: Margarine?!? Isn’t that a banable offense? Mods? Are you reading this? She wants to put MARGARINE, that demon-spawn spread o’ gangrenous slime on lovely, delicious toast!
A site for the gastronomically impaired. 
I have to settle for warm, soft microwaved bread; toasters are illegal here in the dorm. There is apparently some concern that we’ll burn the building down if we use a toaster. I say we have to be prepared to make such sacrifices for some good toast.
I haven’t even seen toast in a long time. How depressing.
I love Toast!
::inserts blank CD::
::drags files into window::
::burns CD::
ding!
I had toast this morning!
My best kind of toast is to top it with brown sugar. Yum. The brown sugar mixing in with the melting butter/margarine is SOO good. I haven’t had that in a while.
Thanks, Rue, you may have just pushed me back over the edge into the sweetness of my brown sugar toast.
Not that I typically condone engaging in illegal behavior, but you can always hide the toaster when you’re done with it. I had a hot plate in my dorm room - also considered a fire hazard - and I never caught on fire or got caught. They always announced the fire hazard inspection days.
The top of your head on toast? Whaaa?
And what’s “Gentleman’s Relish”? I can make toast, but I’m too crushingly lazy to do a Google search.
And why would you slap Marge with toast? Or slap your toast with Marge? What did she do to you? Does she really deserve such treatment?
So many questions from just one post. A toast post, too.
Euty, for your Cook Book:
Take two slices of bread. (Any kind.) (More if you have a bigger toaster.)
Drop 'em in the slots.
Push down the lever and the wires get hot! You get toast! Yeah, toast!
(Sorry, I was channelling Heywood there for a moment. I’m better now. Thanks.)
-Rue.
My roommate was considering smuggling a toaster in here.
But now I’ve said too much…
::looks about nervously::
Methinks Fran has just told us more about her fetishes than she intended to. Pervert.
[sub]just another toast[/sub]