One Christmas, M presented me with a Breville Sandwich Toaster (sorry, forget which model), of which was returned shortly after that Christmas Eve.

The other day at work, I was in the kitchen having my usual asian leftover takeaway container of rice and weird smelling foods, when P walked in with his little tupperware container of which housed several rather odd things.

Perplexed, I watched him take out those little ingredients thinking that he was going to turn it into some magical sandwich for the day, but instead he put one by one into the sandwich toaster and switched it on.

I looked on a little puzzled and amused as these little bits and pieces were being toasted , but as time went on, I could smell the delicious aromas of meatballs and bbq sausages. I understood now!

P had used the toaster to give it a "grilled" type of flavour, one that would escape if these little ingredients had been microwaved, as well as ending up a softened little mess. P also explained that toasting was a great and easy way to cook steak.

A little excited by this new found revelation of cooking food, I immediately thought back to the sandwich toaster that M had given to me those years back. Oh! How i dreamed of one morning whipping out my sandwich toaster, putting on the meatballs and eating bbq'd tasting meat for breakfast... Alas! that dream wasn't to be. That toaster was long gone, and unfortunately for me (and my tummy), there would be no way to get it back unless I went and bought one myself. *sigh*