This glorious machine produced toast that was golden and crunchy throughout. Served with a trio of pepper jellies, and oddly enough, salsa. Salsa? Yes, salsa! Genius.
Tony, this next picture counts as one of your Christmas presents.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
The simple things...
On a recent and all too infrequent trip to the beach sans children, we wandered into a small restaurant for breakfast. We sat at the counter, across from this "toaster." The waiter placed some bread on, closed the lid and walked away. There it sat for, no kidding, 15 minutes. I had no idea that miracles can happen in just 15 minutes.
This glorious machine produced toast that was golden and crunchy throughout. Served with a trio of pepper jellies, and oddly enough, salsa. Salsa? Yes, salsa! Genius.
Tony, this next picture counts as one of your Christmas presents.
This glorious machine produced toast that was golden and crunchy throughout. Served with a trio of pepper jellies, and oddly enough, salsa. Salsa? Yes, salsa! Genius. Tony, this next picture counts as one of your Christmas presents. 
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Thanks for thinking of me pal. Toast. Next to sputum, the very substance of life. Life as we know it today. I love toast more than most.....anything.
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