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Today's letter is.... B
BURNING THE BREAD
I confess, I am a bread burner, a burner of bread. As long as I've been putting bread in an oven, I've burned it. It doesn't even matter what kind of bread that is being toasted, baked or broiled...I've burned them all. You name it...regular toast, garlic bread, rolls, buns, and my favorite...cinnamon toast.
I try to keep an eye on it. I stand there by the oven, waiting and checking, but something always distracts me, so I turn away for a second, and then, in a flash, the bread is blackened. I have to start the whole process over. Tossing out the burned ones, geting out more bread, and...waiting.
It's become a family joke. Everyone knows this about me, and they just shake their head. It's inevitable. Sometimes, if it isn't too bad, I can sort of scrape off the "well done" parts. It usually doesn't go over very well.
The worst bread burning I ever let happen was while we were living in Japan. The cinnamon toast went up in flames...and so did the stove! I had to call the fire department. They came roaring down the street with their sirens and flashing lights. The neighbors all came out to see what was going on.
The firemen put out the fire quickly, and were off to other places. My stove was toast, though. Being that we lived in Army base housing, the stove belonged to them, and they replaced it.
Later, in the base newspaper, the whole incident was reported, names and all. Was I embarrassed? Yes, but now it is just a crazy story to tell.
Peace, Love, & Writing
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