Recently, I wrote a status on Facebook. "Buy the shoes" was the sentiment from the picture. I added: "I'm not eating burnt toast, anymore" or words to that effect. On reflection, I think I'd like to say more. When I was little, I ate toast all. the. time. Now that I am older, and heavier, toast is a celebration. It's a carb, carefully and judiciously smeared with the tiniest schmear of light butter and savored quietly and slowly with my coffee. It's often cold long before I'm done, but I dip it into my coffee. BTW, people are discovering or have discovered the delight of a small amount of butter in coffee. While you may wince, don't knock it, til you have tried it. What makes me giggle, is that my daddy did this 50 some years ago. That man was constantly ahead of his time. Bless him. Back to toast. It's so easy, in the early years to eat burnt toast: you're learning to make toast, you are 6 years old....
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