The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.
[Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows]
On a cold winter’s day, I find toast so comforting [although I have no fender, no cat, no canary, nor even, sadly, slippers]
But I confess that it is a tradition in our family, which began back in 1979, that if someone says “Toast?” the correct answer is “To The Next Prime Minister!” [whoever is dwelling in Number 10 at the time]
NO SLIPPERS?
ReplyDeleteUnbelievable!!
Ah toast..... a little bit of toast.... silly song from 1980s comes to mind.
ReplyDeleteI love toast too, especially with lashings of real butter.
and what's your view on the Toast sandwich as recently discussed in the news?!
ReplyDeletePQ - perhaps I should put them on my Christmas list?
ReplyDeleteC - yes, a VERY silly song!
S - I'm posting about that later
thanks for comments
Reading through your comments, I have to say I love the phrase "lashings of real butter." I've never heard that before, and I love it! I love toast, too, especially when it's made with homemade honey-wheat bread cut in thick slices. Yum!
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