In honor of Shakespeare, Margaret Thatcher, Henry Purcell, Guy Fawkes (?), Richard the Lionheart, John Dowland, Francis Bacon, John Lennox, Charles Dickens, and (of course), Kate Middleton, I have eating tea and crumpets for breakfast every morning for the past several days. At work, no less.
They're delicious. They're a little like a hybrid of English muffins and sugarless pancakes. I'm sure they're not the REAL deal...but I quite like them. They remind me of our apartment Royal Wedding Extravaganza.
In any case, this morning I went go to heat up my crumpets in our office toaster oven. The kitchen is conveniently directly across from my office, which is great because then I can work while they toast instead of standing there watching them. I set the timer, walked away, and waited until the bell rang.
I was hungry. I couldn't wait to eat them...all covered in butter and jam, warm and slightly crispy, complemented by my steaming mug of chai. I reached into the toaster oven and started to take them out.
They were cold.
So logically, I reset some settings, put them back in, and did it again.
Still cold.
And a third time! This time making sure that the heat came on before I walked away.
STILL COLD.
I finally gave up and walked to the other toaster oven in our other kitchen. (Yes, we have two. Yes, one of them is chock full of awesome snacks. Yes, you're allowed to be jealous.)
Then I realized that the first toaster oven temperature was set to...oh...75 degrees.
Oops.
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