01 December 2009
"If you have a boy,
you'll have to get a toaster, you know, because boys love to eat toast," my dad said a day or two before Clover was born. He was serious, too. He was ready to run to Target to pick one out and up. He's a concerned dad like that. Good thing we had a girl. Ryan and I have tried our hand at a variety of toasters through our years of marriage. We really gave them a fair chance. None of them performed like we thought the contraption ought to, though, then time passed, and we learned to get along without one. So now, toast is a treat to us. I'll get out the skillet (what, am I a pioneer?) drop a slab of butter on to hear that enticing sizzling sound and MAKE TOAST. An entire package of whole wheat English muffins devoured in 23 minutes flat. I'm not even a boy. But, we have a square foot of extra counter space, which is a highly prized piece of real estate around this house of ours.
What do you get along just fine without?
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