Toast Post

I love toast so much. I always have. When I was a little girl and I would go to my grandparents' house, sometimes my grandpa would make me toast. It was the BEST. They always had a big loaf of sourdough bread on hand, and my grandpa would take the care to cut the slices really thick. Then he would toast them until they were perfectly golden in the toaster oven, and add just the right amount of butter. It is such a special memory for me. Growing up, I remember my mom showing me the glory of toasted rye bread, cinnamon toast (toast with cinnamon + sugar on it), toasted raisin bread.... The list goes on. In high school, once I had a poetry assignment and wrote a whole poem about toast. 

It is the mystery of delight that just a little heat can transform our daily bread into something so wonderful and magical and delicious. So to celebrate my love of toast, I have to decide to occasionally share with you the fine toasts that I have enjoyed.

This special piece of toast is a piece of toasted Walnut Bread from the famed Tartine Bakery in San Francisco. I am still dreaming of this toast.

This toast is so wonderful. It's one of my favorite bread options locally - the Raisin Nut Rye Bread from Gayle's Bakery... just a few blocks from my house. This stuff makes Great Toast. It is both a cause of joy and a cause of suffering that this bread is baked so close to my home.