This is a special memory from my own childhood.
It is amazing that my sister and I never burned down the house. True, we set the backyard on fire more than once but it had to be pure luck that we didn’t torch the kitchen. Well, there was that one time I tried to set mom’s kitchen on fire making candles but that was in her apartment many years later and the fire department never had to come out so I don’t think it counts!
That old house was cold in the winter and so was the kitchen. One of the many things I remember about that kitchen was the toaster. It had a brown cloth covered cord and a big round plug that always scared me. At one time, it must have had a brown plastic lever on the side for putting the toast down but it had broken off. Now if you wanted to put your toast down you had to use the wrong end of a spoon or fork to press it down. The knob for adjusting the color of your toast was missing, too so if we ever wanted to make it lighter or darker we had to use a butter knife to turn it!
My sister and I both loved toast. In the wintertime, you knew that the butter was going to be hard even if it had been sitting out all night. It was really cold in that kitchen, how could the butter be anything else? But my sister and I came up with a solution to that problem. We would toast our bread and carefully spread the cold butter on it – doing our best not to tear wholes in our toast. Then we would put it back down in the toaster to melt the butter! Yep, we toasted our butter. I’m pretty sure our mom was aware that we did it and strangely, I don’t remember her ever getting angry with us or telling us to stop! Thinking back, I can’t believe we didn’t at least short out the toaster. I may have put peanut butter toast back down once or twice, too!
They sure don’t make toasters like that anymore!