Well, a few days ago I was toasting a bap to make myself an eggoon, and after about thirty seconds, much to my consternation, the room was momentarily lit up by a bright spark flying out of one of the slots. This worried me a little, so I took my bread out and did it under the grill instead.
Today, I was making an eggoon, and, not thinking for a moment of the spark event, stuck a bap in the toaster and set about frying the egg. For once, it seemed that I had got my timing right, and it was with tremendous satisfaction that I saw the toaster pop up just as my egg was on the final straight to perfection.
It was with rather less satisfaction that I saw that the bap was no warmer, browner or crisper than it was when it went in.
When I noticed the curl of foul-smelling smoke rising from the toaster, I would go so far as to say I took no satisfaction from it all.
I suspect that my toaster may be broken.
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I realise that this entry was probably posted solely to elicit this comment, but: "eggoon"?
It wasn't, actually.
An eggoon is an egg sandwich, made with a fried or poached egg, in toasted bread, with ketchup.
That's by far and away the most pretensious name I've ever heard for a snack that could have been invented by Dave Lister.
Might I recommend swapping ketchup for wholegrain mustard on bottom slice, little drop of tabasco or similar on top slice. It took years to perfect the recipe, and it's yummy x
That may be, Andrew, but once we had the word we needed a maning for it.
For reasons unknown even to myself, but the first time I read your description of an Eggoon, I distinctly remember reading "chocolate sauce" in there, too. I glanced away at another screen (well, I am at work) and when I came back to it, the words had gone. Now, either my sleep-deprived mind is inserting unlikely ingredients into the sentence (turning the Eggoon from a Dave Lister concoction to one more befitting Shaggy and Scooby Doo), or your website is messing with my mind, which, as previously stipulated, is sleep-deprived.
I choose to blame the latter, as it makes me seem slightly less foolish.
A similar thing to this happened to me just now with the patiently waiting for the toast to do and the finding it popping up distinctly breadlike. Then I realised it was because someone had left the toaster unplugged. Ahem.
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