When you realize you need, once again, to improvise in order to complete this mornings breakfast -
I took the old toaster oven, along with other metal and heavy plastics, to the Franklin Beaver street recycle center on Sunday morning and tossed them each into their respective recycle bins.
So, no toaster the morning, DUH!
No worries all was not lost, and once again I put on my MacGyver hat, and toasted up my slice of bread perfectly on an open flame. Just like I was out camping and roughing it in the wilderness.
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