Thursday, 3 November 2011

Making Winter : toast

The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

It would have to be the twitter of Twitter for me, and I don't have a fender or a fireside unfortunately, but I do like a bit of toast.

This post is mostly because I was reading The Wind in the Willows to my son last night and got to the bit above in the chapter about the annoying Mr Toad's escape from prison. I can't stand Toad, the book would be so much better without him. Ratty and Mole pottering about in boats and bumping into demigods - what could be nicer? I do like that description of toast though, and it occurred to me as I read it how appropriate it is for Making Winter, finding pleasure in the small things in winter. Toast is all very well in summer but in winter it's an indulgence. All the better if it's made with nice bread, rather than the cheap brown bread I got in a hurry yesterday, but even cheap-bread-toast is nice on a cold day. My Beloved occasionally makes bread with our breadmaker (mostly used for pizza dough) and has recently branched out into making the most delicious oat-rich rolls. Honestly they'd make you drool...


Mrs. Micawber said...

Ah, but Toad is like a bit of pepper amidst all that sweetness - although I'm with you. I can't abide him. I do always get a laugh out of his dinner-party with "Speech ... by Toad" and "Songs ... by Toad" etc.

Now I'll have to get out my WitW and re-read it. It's been a few years.

Toasting is about the only thing that renders cheap bread palatable. And good bread is only made better by the application of dry heat and butter!

Sue aka Mrs. Micawber
(Another Making Winterer slowly hopping through all the lovely blogs in the blog-hop)

Peeriemoot said...

Oooh, I'd forgotten about the dinner-party bit - haven't got to that yet :-).