In more paranoid moments, when I now sit around recalling the delicious toast I used to make, doing eBay searches for old toasters that happen to still be boxed and unused, I wonder whether my breakfast hasn’t fallen victim to some toaster manufacturer conspiracy. “Yeah, that toaster oven was making my bread hard,” said my dad. At my dad’s, the set up was the same: two appliances. Last week I went to my mom’s to see if I could sneakily trade my crappy new Toast-R for her old one, but saw that she also had the new one (“the handle fell off the old one”), along with a pop-up toaster near it. Article content ‘That toaster oven was making my bread hard’ This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below. And I have trolled the Internet for compact toaster ovens, and there is none much smaller than the new one I have. In this supposed era of artisanal toast-appreciation (toast is the new cupcakes! You didn’t read it here first!) my toast sucks. I must have gone through half a loaf before I realized it wasn’t me, or the bread, it was the appliance. Or at least, after the handle fell off my trusty 12-year-old Toast-R, it’s what I got. Make a toaster the size of a microwave oven, move its elements inches further from its toasting tray, and what you get is not toasted bread, but baked bread, hard and tough. Toasting, like any other kind of cooking, is a question of heat applied from a certain distance. It got both higher and deeper, meaning that it no longer fulfilled its primary function - toasting - with anywhere near the finesse of its older, smaller, less silvery self. Its useless growth began a few years ago. Not so for the lovers of the Black & Decker Toast-R-Oven. Article content Toasting, like any other kind of cooking, is a question of heat applied from a certain distance For mail carriers who are close to legally blind, the fashion has ushered in an era of ease. Now they might have something the size of a dinner tray that spells the whole thing out: SEVENTY TWO ELMWOOD ROAD. They once had a normal 72 in front of their house to help people find it. In this era of marble-clad mausoleum-ish bathroom, of the McMansion-style kitchen with the type of hulking steel range you would have never seen outside of a restaurant kitchen before this decade, even the simple address plate has grown to memorial plaque size. Now it’s hard to find a spout that doesn’t emerge from a gigantic baby arm reaching clavicle height. Kitchen faucets, originally sized to fit the adult hand, once met your needs at a relaxed angle. Article contentīut some time in this new century, a kind of bigger-is-betterism busted through our front doors and now the fridge the size of an SUV is considered the living end of fancy-schmancy, and its hard to find a dinnerware set where the soup spoon is not the size of a ladle. Traditionally, the over-large school of luxury has been the province of the North American car scene, not housewares. Over the last 10 years, I have often marvelled at the gigantism that has hit the sphere of the home.
It happened within a general trend: The Toast-R-Oven grew larger in size.
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For about the price of four movie tickets, you got something as compact as a pop-up toaster that could make toast as well as a pop-up toaster and could also reheat leftovers, make a wicked grilled cheese, and survive the 1970s divorce boom.īut then something happened. Hell, for my money, the Black & Decker Toast-R-Oven might have been one of the wonders of America. I suppose the Black & Decker Toast-R-Oven was my family’s signature appliance, traversing decades and generations and matrimonial dissolution and differences in income. But then something happened: The Toast-R-Oven grew larger in size. Article content It survived the 1970s divorce boom. Manage Print Subscription / Tax Receipt.
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