Toaster Follies

This is one of those “you have way too much time on your hands Jason” posts.  The other day I was toasting some bread, and I left it unattended.  I came back, and it was taking forevs, so I paniced when I realized that the knob had been turned on the front from my usual setting.  end result, burnt toast.

But the dial was only turned to 4…. and I usually keep it at a setting of 2 1/2 (out of 7 total settings).  My two brain synapses left fired at once, and I figured, well, if 4 is bad, why the hell does it go to 7???

After a quick trip to get a loaf of white bread, we now have this blog.

exhibit A is the controller of my toaster.  Notice, the dial goes from 1 to 7.  And there are settings for frozen, bagel, etc.  This rules out the “you big dummy, it goes to 7 for frozen shit like eggos.”  It clearly has a toast button, and I used that setting, and that setting only, for my little experiment.

7 settings. clearly pressed "toast" button.

7 settings. clearly pressed "toast" button.

so on to the fun.  In order, I toasted a slice of bread, from 1 thru 7, and plated it next to the dial.  Somewhere between 2 and 3 is where I like my toast.

setting 1.  still as white as me.

setting 1. still as white as me.

 

setting 2. getting there.

setting 2. getting there.

setting 3. good toast.

setting 3. good toast.

setting 4. getting crispy.

setting 4. getting crispy.

setting 5. Houston, we have a problem.
setting 5. Houston, we have a problem.

It was at this point that the toast started to burn.  literally burn.  I had to move the toaster under the oven hood and turn on the fan.

setting 6. wtf. who likes toast this way?
setting 6. wtf. who likes toast this way?

my house was now filled with smoke.  Realizing the vent wasn’t doing the job good enough, I debated finishing up the final setting outside.  Instead, I trudged forward.

on it's way to 7. the pic doesn't do the smoke justice.
on it’s way to 7. the pic doesn’t do the smoke justice.

smoke was billowing out of the toaster.  I was nervous.  I opened up doors and turned on the fan while it was still toasting.  I waited anxiously for the ADT smoke alarm to go off, instantly calling the fire department.  At this point, I was screaming at the toaster “come on you mother fucker!  Hurry up!”  I expected flames any minute.

setting 7. why?
setting 7. why?

It finally ejected the burnt carcass of the wonderbread.  I still cannot to this day fathom why the dial goes to 7.  I can’t even begin to imagine what would happen if I had the “frozen” button tagged (another blog perhaps?).

why, Oster… why?!

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