My First Toaster Oven

I just bought my first toaster oven. A combination that has never occurred to me before. I mean, they both do the same thing — heat stuff up and turn them into tasty food. It’s actually a more likely combination than a printer-scanner. And yet, the former has never really occurred to me until a couple of hours ago when I encountered it in the supermarket.

To start with, I am looking for a toaster, preferably something small and cheap, you know, the vertical kind that can fit two breads at a time and pop them up when time is up. Followed by a DING sound which, could catch you by surprise if you aren’t focusing at it; the kind of surprise that could triggers you to pull the trigger of the silver coloured, silenced machine gun you’re holding, and shoot at the unknown intruder who had just got out of the washroom before you.

Anyhow, it was cheap, a mere 75 bucks. You know what, I can’t tell if it’s cheap or not as this is the first time I bought a toaster. If you were ask me if a printer-scanner from a reputable brand worth 100 bucks, I would’ve say yes.

As soon as I brought it home, I can’t help getting excited about unwrapping it. I’ve seen a display version at the supermarket, but it’s a totally different feeling when it’s new and it belongs to you. Kinda reminded me of when I first unwrapped my brand new Xiaomi phone.

It’s quite beauty. I’ve always had a thing for dark and silver electronic device. In fact, I always ordered the black version for most of my phones and tablets.

Despite the day already getting late and I’ve just had my dinner 15 minutes ago, I still decided to pop its cherry, give this baby a go at toasting a piece of bread that I’m about to insert in. I took a piece of bread from the fridge and rub some butter on one side. When I insert the bread in, I didn’t configure the temperature and just straight away started a 5 minutes timer.

It was the funniest thing. I mean, who in the world toast a bread at 50 degree Celsius, and for 5 minutes.

The bread was not at all toasted. If any, it’s got a little bit warmer than it was when it was in the fridge. So I tune it up to 100 degree Celsius and give it another go, while I went on and wash the vegetables I had gotten together with the toaster oven while I was in the supermarket.

Soon enough, the smell of butter slowly spread around the kitchen. It smells good, like how something cooked inside an oven would smell. I turn around and started seeing the heating lights in the toaster oven glowing and fading, a sign I took as I finally get it to work properly.

When it’s finally done, I turn off the switch and took the buttered bread on a plate out to the living room. As I sat down, I noticed there wasn’t any burnt area on the supposedly toasted bread and thought to myself delightfully : “have I just made a perfectly toasted bread on first try?”

I turn on Archer on Netflix and take a bite at the supposedly perfectly toasted bread.

To my suspicions, it was under cooked, again~!