Like daughter ,like mother. Or is it the other way around. I like my toast almost to the burnt stage. Here at the YMCA our cabin has a perfectly fine toaster. It has a dial that is supposed to let you adjust the way you want
your toast. I select as high as it goes. After one cycle,my toast was still too light and wimpy. I want robust toast, if I am going to eat toast at all. So I toasted it again. But it caught fire and the smoke detector went off. I scrambled to turn the alarm
off, opened the door,fanned the air.I did not want security to come. And I hoped that my neighbors didn't hear the alarm. Finally ,between standing on a chair, pressing a button on the alarm and fanning the smoke. The air cleared. My daughter was out running
, so she only smelled burnt toast when she got home. Tonight, we were celebrating a wonderful day hiking, by making microwave popcorn. My daughter put it in the microwave and set it as directed on the package. The microwave, I guess needed some extra time to finish popping and you guessed it, it started smoking in the microwave. Once the door was opened, the smoke spread and there was a repeat of my toast fiasco . I just happen to like burnt popcorn, too.