A long, very long time ago, before the invention of history and also toasters, my mother used her oven’s broiler function to make toast. She would slide the broiler tray into the oven for some perfect increment of time and then, when the tray was pulled back out again, there were the slices of toast, looking like perfect brown and yellow checkerboards. Checkerboards. They looked that way because she put the butter on first.
Butter, another concept nearly lost to the ravages of time, came in the form of a rectangular solid called a stick, the cross-section of which was a square. And Mom put four or five square slices of a butter stick on each slice of bread. While the bead toasted under the broiler, the butter melted. And the result looked great and tasted even better.
Too bad about the toaster. If she’d never bought one she might have wound up running an excruciatingly hip artisanal toast bar somewhere (although possibly not in central Ohio).
No comments:
Post a Comment