drawing | {bread} toast!

the myth of bread! how it is, in al its crusty yumminess, the fiend on anyone's diet. by which i don't mean to say i'm on a diet. no-ho! but since granola became my best morning and pre-lunch mate, i knock out at least one bread meal a day, for which i'm not sorry. 'cos when i say i love my bread, i depreciate. i'd kill for crust, once i put my mind to it.

moreover, i find a salad or a bowl of soup well good if served with a crispy piece of golden wheat. while i'm not afraid to admit i like my bread the whiter the better, i equally coddle dark, dark rye, preferably on its own, richly smothered in salted butter {just once a year though}, or chaperoned by a dollop of homemade tuna salad. or red beet hummus, like shown here.

as a child in the seventies i especially loved family dinner parties for the toasty artillery popping up: the cold amuses bouches. i learned toast came in sizes, varieties and degrees of crispiness. only in the nineties technological engineering bettered the sveltness of shop bought canapé toast. when living in england i had beans-on-toast twice a week easily, and all while i've fallen out of that habit, some of those genes reincarnated in my son, 'cos he'll guard his beans like a hawk. he actually omits the toast. 

if you'd rather go for that other piece of toast, meaning nigel slater {no disrespect}, then you'll enjoy the movie that was made in his honour and after his memoirs, just a few years ago. i held my reserve on the movie cast, but passion for food oozed from the screen, so i really had to mention it. anything leading to that golden piece of heaven deserves mentioning.

drawing a piece of toast however is of a different caliber. melba installed itself in a corner of my mind and so it is that i drafted melba on paper, late last night. just as tasty naked as topped, but i'm biased. naturally, we could toast to good health? let's, and find veronica's toast this weekend {not literally,v.!}. ☺