Our toaster is a fickle minx.
Prior to the concept of social distancing taking over the known universe, my sweet, angelic, brilliant, beautiful, beloved wife Jennifer started having a hankering for English Muffins. I get it. Every once in a while I go through a phase where I can’t get enough of those muffins.
I like them on the well-done side. Jen and the kids like them on the just-barely toasted side. What ever your preference, our toaster can do it… it just doesn’t want to. There is a sweet spot setting but it’s so hard to find it. When I make toast it’s either just a little too done, or just a little too underdone. No matter what I try it’s always just barely not-quite perfect. That’s not to imply the English muffins don’t come out delicious, put some peanut butter on one of those little suckers and it’s bordering on bliss, it’s just that they could stand to be a tiny bit perfecterer. Dig?
Yup… it’s only day four of the working from home/social distancing experiment and I am feeling rather stir crazy. Hold on, kids. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride!