Martin Eggington invited me over for lunch one school day in grade seven. He set to work in the kitchen and in short order set in front of me a plate of 'beans on toast'. It changed my life. I think I likely had that meal half of the days through the rest of the year.
What kind of toast was it, blatham? Pointed, pithy, particular, or a little bit of all wrapped up into one?
Effusive - though neither false nor patronizing for that, a tad in the direction of grandiose, not, thank goodness, overlong though louder than one might wish, and a touch unseemly in content. Why do you inquire?
Effusive toast? Or would that be petard?
Now - THIS is digressing!
Well let's hoist one to all those effusive Canajuns.
Cheers!!!
blatham wrote:(edit...and Gautaum who is dirty dirty dirty)
me dirty ? Even when I mud wrestling, I am immaculate !!!
1. My penis is not dirty
2. Right now I will just settle for a head for my penis
<I can't believe I said that
>
What kind of head, Gautam...
OMG, I don't want to know...
Awwwwww! Craven's done li'l chrisymas hats for the buttons at the bottom of our messages!
I inquire, blatham, for the sake of knowledge. I was curious that you simply didn't say "whole wheat", or "seven grain", but "effusive" is good. I swear that most of the time, my toast treats me effusively, but then again, I might just be paranoid.
Hot toast makes the butterfly.
I have often made a toasting bread. The recipe is largely the same as any ordinary bread recipe, except that one tries to keep the dough ball as moist as possible, working in less flour when kneading the loaf. If you can handle the dough properly while using less flour, you will produce a very moist loaf with a very short shelf life. It will only keep a few days, well wrapped, but it produces wonderful toast, and is best baked when you know you'll have a group of people who can dispose of the loaf quickly.
"I have often made a toasting bread."
Lovely, classic, cadence, that - "My father had a daughter loved a man."
Nice to see such fine diction on our threads.
I no longer eat bread, or hardly ever, but toast always seemed light, witty, effusive and cheerful to me - especially with marmalade.
Aw garsh . . . blush-blush . . . thankee, Lovely Coney . . .
! If this isn't evidence that Craven is a reveller, rather than a moaner, I don't know what is. 
