I don’t believe the home I grew up in had a toaster.
We still had toast, though, because there was a grill we had on which we could see the transformation of that slice of bread into a slice of toast.
I have a lot of time for toast. I prefer to butter it and let the butter melt into the toast properly so I don’t see the butter but taste it.
Simple pleasures for which I am thankful.
(Photo by Manki Kim on Unsplash)
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
