A toast... to toast
by Andrea Mulder-Slater
I have a smattering of memories from my days of doing hard time in high school. For the most part, secondary school was pretty forgettable and when it was finally over, I was beyond glad.
Case in point - "the toast incident". Grab a tissue - maybe even a box...
I have a smattering of memories from my days of doing hard time in high school. For the most part, secondary school was pretty forgettable and when it was finally over, I was beyond glad.
Case in point - "the toast incident". Grab a tissue - maybe even a box...
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I was nearly sixteen years old. The “in” crowd at school had just accepted me and my best friend into their clique.
Mine
was a simple and relatively painless initiation. One of the coolest
boys in school - his name was Keith - snuck up behind me, picked me up,
flipped me upside down and shook me until all the tictacs I had stashed
in my pockets, fell onto the floor.
My
friend however, wasn’t so lucky. She had worn loose fitting harem pants
that day (a grave mistake in any decade) when a boy named Wade decided
to give them a yank – just for fun.
Halloween was just around the corner and – because we were now ultra cool - we were invited to partake in a time-honored autumn tradition.
I had no idea what The Rocky Horror Picture Show
was – so I figured it must be tremendously great. My parents agreed to
let me go (what were they thinking?) so off I went to spend the night at
my friend’s in-town house.
A plan was hatched. We would all meet at the theatre, each carrying our own well-concealed “supplies” in our knapsacks.
The
preparation for the evening was painstaking. We were told to bring
toast - lots of toast - while others were asked to procure rice, bells,
rubber gloves, toilet paper and an assortment of other odd items from
their parental homes.
We were too excited to question why.
My friend and I sat for hours in front of a toaster until nearly five bags of Wonder Bread had been doctored.
I’m not proud of what happened next.
Naive
adolescents, who hail from the country, should never be left alone in
the same room as a bottle of peach schnapps. Needless to say, we never
did make it to The Rocky Horror Picture Show that night.
Thank goodness our parents had a sense of humor.
Ingrid Falk & Gustavo Aguerre are artists with a vision. Their work of art called "The Toaster" is a large (5 meters x 4.5 meters) work of art which is completely made from slices of toast - varying from light to dark. Apparently, it took several days of work and several friends with toasters to prepare the 2500 pieces of crusty bread necessary to build this gigantic mosaic. No word on how many sticks of butter they went through.
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| Ingrid Falk and Gustavo Aguerre |
Once you've determined that you like toast (I mean really like toast) then you are probably ready for the next step - wearing a piece of french toast necklace. Amy of rapscalliondesign can make one for you.
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Toast with jelly is the inspiration here. Elizabeth of neoitvaluoscol.etsy.com describes her plush toy this way: "This little toast is so happy to have some fruit jelly rubbed on his belly, he is reaching out for a warm hug to share the love." I for one, find this disturbing. Then again, I'm more of a Cheez Whiz girl.
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| Laura Hadland and the world's largest toast portrait. |