Not bread, toast. Does that make me crazy? Because, seriously, there is nothing in the world better then a lovely, toasted piece of bread. The smell is so comforting, so enveloping, the scent of everything being right in the world.
The untoasted stuff? Yeah, don't even think of trying to sit down next to me, trying to get fresh in your freshness, limp bread-stuffs. Because I'll pop you one in the eye. If you had an eye.
My latest grainy love comes from Toronto's ACE Bakery. I have pledged my love to both their Organic Sliced Flax bread and their Organic Sliced Multigrain. ACE delivers daily to local grocery stores, so you know that every loaf, or baguette, or bun that you bring home had been baked that morning.
ACE has also finally given me a reason to covet (yes, sometimes you do need a reason to covet) this toaster from Hamilton-Beach's Eclectrics line:
Even if it is, I don't want to be right.
Monday, November 06, 2006
I Love Toast
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2 comments:
I've come to really appreciate toast lately. Bread is so fickle. But toast - toast is FOREVER.
Love the toaster.
Truer words have never been spoken. The next time we see each other, I predict a toast gorge-fest.
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