Toast can be a terrifying tragedy for some people.  Take “Les Miserables” for example.  It doesn’t matter if you’re using the book or the musical as a point of reference, both were equally long and drawn-out.  Anyway, this guy steals a loaf of bread, and then suffers for the rest of his life.  Over toast.  It doesn’t sing and thank God for the bar during intermission.

I have parents who come close to Defcon 1 on a daily basis over toast.  Reagan had an easier time with Gorbachev, frankly.  One likes charcoal, the other, not so much.  It’s like listening to 2 chronic parrots about to blast each other to kingdom come.

So I found this, from some uppity French company that thinks a $350 toaster with glass panels is the solution to these travesties.  Williams-Sonoma has it down to $250, but I still think they’re high, as in stoned.  Still, it’s pretty, in a I-can’t-live-without-it-but-don’t-know-why-kind-of-way.

Magimix by Robot-Coupe Vision Toaster | Williams-Sonoma.

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