When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in it in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. 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.
The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame
This is my new toasting center compliments of Target. The toaster is the second generation Michael Graves toaster. I bought the first one years ago. I've had a couple others since, but wasn't happy with them. This is great. The toast pops up far enough so I don't need toast tongs to take it out. I love toast. I think that it is probably my favorite food, and I eat it all times of the day, not just at breakfast. I love these words from Wind In The Willows.