Do you have fond memories of your grandma?  I have fond memories of my Grandma Martin who would make me toast as a child that was based on a form of non-nutrition called ‘white bread.’  To further increase my chances of not getting any nutrition she would slather it with margerine.  It was salty, buttery nothingness that was probably as useful for me as rice cakes, but I won’t get into rice cakes.

Then, one year my whole family got sick with some sort of flu/cold thing and the only thing that tastes good to us was toast.  We used real butter, but I’m sure that we used lots of it and it tasted fantastic… and we could keep it down.  My mom made a lot of it, though my brother and I tried as well to make some.

As you can tell the important women in my life had a toast making knack.  Jessica however, did not start out making me toasted bread.  Instead she would try to make me pecan pies, because that is what I wanted to eat.  Unfortunately those toasted as well.  or underbaked, or overflowed, or sideways slipped into the trash can because she was fed up with them.  Fortunately many of them turned out and slid onto my fork and into my mouth down into my quickly expanding belly.

And as you may have surmised, pies have a crust, which needs to be baked, which is a lot like toast.  So I’m glad to have had toast in my life, it has had special sentimental value that rice cakes have not.

Next time I may share about my other Grandma having carob energy drinks and soy nuts – those are also sentimental but completely unrelated to toast.