April 20, 2008

• Mm, mm, mm, mm, mmm... Toasty

  This morning, I had the privilege, nay, honor to eat a perfect piece of toast. Everything about it was just
  perfect. The burning was uniform across the entire slice. It was toasted to
  that slight tan shade that I love so much. The crust was flaky enough that it
  fell apart in your mouth, but not your hand. The butter spread was even and
  just enough so that it did not completely subdue the toast's flavor. Sometimes
  I amaze myself. The only problem now is that the day can only go downhill from
  here. My car is probably going to blow up or something.
  

  
  
  "You'll be fine."

  • 7:56 am
  • 4 Comments