I never had a toaster oven growing up. I don’t know why. I was always jealous of the other kids, because their kitchens always had toaster ovens. When Ann & I moved in together over a year ago, she brought her toaster oven, which we promptly stuck high on a shelf somewhere and have never used. We had one of those pop-up toasters, y’know, the one Nixon and Kruschev took pictures in front of, and, I guess, I thought it was good enough for me. But the nearby awesome bagel store, Brooklyn Bagels, makes bagels so fat they simply won’t fit in a non-toaster oven toaster. So we dragged down the toaster oven and it was like. . . where have you been all my life??? Toaster ovens rule!! Anyone who doesn’t use a toaster oven is an idiot – why limit yourself only to those little slots? Why would you ever opt to NOT have flexibility in the size of the thing you are toasting? It is madness! Madness!
Anyway, I am thrilled with my new-old toaster oven.
I also have a little bit of a fever today, so excuse me if I am rambling.
