It was the right call a couple of weeks ago to put the non-convection toaster oven into the pantry; this afternoon at lunch with my daughter I told her about the oven for her father and my new one and she announced "our old one died. We need to get a new one," so I offered my nice little pantry one. Accepted and text sent to roommates about the new oven, to be taken to volunteer with me on Thursday for the handoff. Done and dusted!

I had been puzzled by the need for the oven by my ex - he talked about setting his bagels on top of his toaster to heat them. He was here visiting the other day (and to give me cash for the oven) and said the thing is he wants to heat the whole bagel so the outside is crisp, then cut it open and the inside is hot and softer, not toasted. Now it makes sense! You can take the boy out of New York City, but you can't take the New York City bagel-eater out of the boy.

I'll go put the oven in the SUV now before I forget.