Unattended

So yet again I left my toaster without guard.  (I tend to get distracted, which is why the tea kettle that was older than myself is no longer employed, but that's another story.)  No worries, there wasn't a tragic house fire, smoke alarm disruption or even any melted plastic, but I do thank you for your concern.  Yes, the manufacturer's warning is very clear on the matter.  It is safe to assume that the majority of the population of toaster owning peoples are well aware that the consequences are usually less than desirable when one chooses not to heed said warnings, myself included.  Voilà!...burnt toast.  Usually burnt toast is less than desirable and often reminds me of being sick with a vicious sore throat or a really upset tummy.  Oh how, I love the exceptions in life!  It turns out that a really crispy piece of Hawaiian bread tastes like toasted marshmallows.  Yep it sure does and if you like your mallows blackened (like myself) then go for the burn!  (Maybe you should deactivate the smoke alarm temporarily or wear earmuffs.)  I would imagine that a fine layer of Nutella would produce "worldly" smores, half Hawaiian and half Italian and what an interesting child it would be.