Feeling Toasty…

I feel I have to revisit the subject of the demise of the toaster oven…

What I failed to mention previously…was that it was working fine until I accidently unplugged it…then when I plugged it back in…the outside felt warm…but the elements wouldn’t heat…I assumed an electrical malfunction…I unplugged it…for safety’s sake…

But…I re-plugged it several times…hoping against hope…no toast…

So…I blogged about it…I admitted to the world…I should have loved it better…even if it was a bit scorched…and didn’t match my cabinetry and other appliances as well as I would have like…I was duly remorseful…

Yesterday morning as I was about to bite the bullet…and lovingly place the toaster oven in that big brown can that takes things away…I moved the George Forman Mini Grill from its perch on top of the toaster oven…and noticed it’s cord…hmmm…could it be…

Yes…it could…

I separated the cords…I sat the Mini Grill over to the side…I plugged in the toaster oven…

Wa La…toast…

Bertha is still laughing at me…me…I am just delighted that it is working…giving it hugs and kisses…and telling it how much I appreciate it…

What prompted me to consider the switched cords…call it Bertha…call it women’s intuition…call it stubbornness…I don’t care…just call me for toast…

Jane

I Wish It Were Toast…

Funny…how we take some things for granted…I mean really…when’s the last time you spent some time appreciating your kitchen appliances…the answer for me…other than my smooth surface cooktop stove…which I shower with love every time I easily clean it…NEVER…

So…I shouldn’t have been surprised when my under-loved…overused…toaster oven…became yesterday’s toast…

It’s not that I didn’t appreciate…I really did…I just don’t think I told it very often…not like I did when it was shiny and new…and its whiteness matched my then kitchen perfectly…

Yes…I probably cleaned it more often…before something burned and smoked the front…and permanently attached itself to the drip tray…

I admit…I sent it more than a few sideways glances…and snide thoughts…about its fading beauty...about how black or stainless would match better…and yet…it continued to toast my bread…every time I placed it inside…and turned that little dial…

Until it didn’t…

And…all the cajoling…all the twisting of dials…all the plugging and unplugging…did not illicit the least bit of warmth…it was gone…

It left me at the most inopportune moment…being down a few dollars from the Christmas festivities…and mid-way between pay periods…I’m not going to replace it just yet…I have an oven…bread will be heated…

But it’s just not the same…

I miss my toaster oven…I miss the little ticking sound it made as it counted down the seconds as it toasted the bread…and then dinged that it was finished…my oven…for all its fanciness…doesn’t do any of that…

So…as I sit here…sipping my coffee…I wonder…when’s the last time that I appreciated the coffeemaker…hmmm…think I better stop writing…and give it some loving…

Jane