This is a short story. We had a toaster oven we had inherited from our son’s ex-girlfriend’s father. Really. I put in on a baker’s rack in the Red House and was just lucky that it kind of worked.
But the reality was the toaster oven was really small and I saw this new bigger toaster oven on sale one day that I thought would be so much better. So I bought it and I plugged it in and put in a couple of pieces of bread to make toast one morning. Except it didn’t have a toast function! How could you call a toaster oven a “toaster” oven if it doesn’t toast bread!
Needless to say I was shrieking. Lynn, trying to be positive during my hysteria, thought it was ok to have “warm” bread. “Warm” bread? I don’t want warm bread for breakfast the rest of my life I want toast!
This meant I had to go out and buy a real toaster! And maybe I was channeling a little bit of Martha Stewart during this shopping expedition because I couldn’t even find one that matched! I wanted a black or a stainless steel toaster. What I got was white and grey. I have to live with that. Actually, considering we have been living in an unfinished state of white and grey sheetrock going on 2 years now, I guess the new toaster does match….
Oh yeah, it works really well, too. And the “toaster” oven? Well, I made a batch of oatmeal cookies first thing.