{beth} crying over burnt toast

it was one of those mornings.  marlowe left the house early and after an egg and bowl of cereal, the boys were still hungry and asking for cinnamon toast.  they were in their seats banging their spoons on their bowls and singing at the top of their lungs, "we want toast, we want toast."  i put the toast in the oven and the phone rang.  distracted and in deep conversation, i went into the other room to escape the noise...it wasnt long before i could smell SOMETHING BURNING on the other side of the house.  i ran into the kitchen only to find smoke seeping out of the top of the oven and my toast....burnt, totally ruined, not even the kind of burned that you can get away with scraping the top off.  it was compost pile toast because even the birds wouldnt eat it.  so, as you can imagine, the chanting tone from the boys was getting louder, and i popped in the second batch of toast and didnt move a muscle.  i stood frozen in the front of the oven watching the cinnamon bubble on top, and as soon as it was golden brown, i pulled it out, PERFECTION!  the boys loved it, and even asked for more...they got slices of apple and orange instead.  i wasnt about to chance it.

Comments

[karen baen]

Love it! When Molly was little I was making toast in the toaster and it started belching black smoke. I chunked it out the back door into the yard. When I investigated later I discovered my toothbrush that had mysteriously disappeared a few days earlier. Why the toaster? We still don't know...

[kristin]

That's funny! The other day we found the remote in the fridge.. who knows!