The radiating red-orange
— photons of thermal vibration —
conduction and convection
within the conventional oven
the baking element still functions,
the broiler element broken
two years gone,
so with my 25% discount from Walmart
–no squiggly–
the toaster oven is purchased:

,  and & deleted:

because the drill from the
corporation still drills
30 years hence, maybe more.
Cheese_Toast !,
glorious, gooey, broiled-
on-one-side-only-to-a-
satisfying-crunchy-edge
toast: panis tosti —
the Welsh rarebit delicacy:

Bread near the Paleolithic fire:
a historical hot-button issue for various cultures:
arse-kneading dough as a love potion,

advertising by the womb of the nation
passion in the wheat-fields;
heads rolled to get sticks out of bread —
ductile domesticity.

Element topology morphs toasting
stones, into forks, into cages, into
my toaster oven.
The life hack of turning
the regular toaster sideways
results in unacceptable
carcinogenic blackened bottoms
and barely-melted cheese crowns.

Sting asserts in An Englishman
in New York, “I like my toast done
on one side.”
I have been eating British
toast since childhood —
small world,
lands butter down 62% of the time.

The Maillard reaction,
the non-rational joy of fire
near the staff of life — more popular
than sex during matins —
is nearly endless, exempli gratia:

You already know my favorite.

*[ WSB ]_.