#BEDM14 Day 26 – The Toaster
I have a love/hate relationship with bread. One the one hand I could literally eat it for every meal, ever. Give me a freshly-baked french boule and some butter and I need nothing more. Well, maybe a bottle of red wine. And some salami. And some cornish yarg. And some grapes….
Literally just the smell of fresh bread makes my juices start to flow. On the other hand, carbs are my downfall and the reason I’m a stone heavier than I need to be. I also realise how bad bread actually is for me when I haven’t had it for a long while (I’ve all but forbidden myself white bread) and then I get some crusty fresh bread and scoff it and then feel it physically swell me up and bloat me and make me feel like crap.
So as a result of this I don’t eat toast at home any more. It’s just too tempting to have it in the house. At work though, I do let myself have a few slices of toasted wholemeal bread in the evening, around six-ish, which is actually the start of the busiest part of my day. The toasters there are the annoying catering ones with a lift-up lever, a switch that turns two of the bars off and a timer completely separate from the lever so it’s entirely possible to put the bread down and then be standing there for ten minutes wondering when the buggery the toast is going to be ready before realising it’s not actually switched on.
My relationship with toasters is similar to an addict’s relationship to his easy-going yet slightly annoying dealer.