12/29/2023 0 Comments 90s short burn toast burn house down![]() I placed enough screws so he could back to reading. Be careful not to let the sides pop out.” Hubby used his muscle as he pressed the ends together. ![]() “Hon, can you come here? Hold this tight. With so many parts to hold on to, it was impossible to screw the metal sheets together. So I cut the hanging plastic from the slot with a hack-saw. As I unplugged the toaster, I yelled, “You ruined the toaster with your damned board! Why do you keep doing that?”Ī few minutes later I discovered the interior plastic collar that originally framed the slot where the handle traveled up and down now blocked the path formed by the slot. My toast was smoking and I could not release the toast. Eventually I realized something was burning. “That’s because you had a board over the toaster.” So I continued preparing my eggs and cocoa. Hubby walked in and said, “Better watch your toast. I placed bread in the toaster and pressed the lever. It sported two distinctive, black burn marks on the underside and the board was now warped. “Did you burn toast again?” I asked as I examined the block of wood. The next morning as I made breakfast, I noticed a burnt smell. Later I observed Hubby in the living room eating toast as he read his new book. This board completely covered the toaster slots. Later, I watched Hubby proudly place this 3/4 inch, heavy piece of oak over the toaster. “Nice piece of wood, dear.” I admired the grain and thought of the many ways I could use this piece of beautifully grained oak. Two weeks later, the burnt smell finally gone, I noticed a new block of oak sitting beside the toaster. Upon returning to my studio, I added another glaze of orange to my painting. I continued fanning as long as I could stand the cold.Īs I shut windows and doors I determined patience would help me deal with the smell, which would eventually dissipate. It was about 20 degrees Fahrenheit outside and the inside temperature was now dropping. To hasten the process, I grabbed a couple of newspapers to fan the smoke outside. Now I had to air out the house! As Hubby sat reading one of his many library books, I ran from room to room opening windows and doors. I placed the block of wood on the doorstep. As it landed in the new snow it crumbled. You’ll burn the house down!”įrustrated, I picked up the burnt, wet toast and threw it out the door. “The block of wood does not help save electricity, it only helps burn the toast. This time the block of wood looked and smelled something awful. If you burn something, throw it outside immediately! Otherwise, it just stinks up the house.” “ Sorry Hon, I ran water over the toast.” The kitchen is filled with smoke and the smoke is in every room of the house.” “You left the burnt toast and a burnt block of pine on the counter. I can barely breathe!” I rushed to the kitchen and found something very black. “Burnt toast?-Okay?-Smells like the kitchen is on fire. He apologized each time and found a different method to implement his plan. I’ve chastened him every time he made burn marks on my smaller chopping blocks or when he melted the plastic on our new and cheaper toasters. He had decided, several years ago, that an aluminum pie plate or a block of wood placed over the toaster would shorten the time needed for bread to toast. “What is that smell, Hon? Did you burn something?” Ignoring it, I continued with the orange wash and worried not to overwhelm the surrounding colors and hoped the reflections would be believable. While painting my next masterpiece-a watercolor, I became aware of a smell in my studio. Abstract portrait of Arnold Franz Brasz by American Abstract Expressionist and friend, Jay Meuser
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