![]() ![]() I will know what to do (or not do) when I use that conveyor toaster again. The good news is, that was a lesson well learned. I was hoping nobody noticed, but surely someone will whisper a curse when his bagel gets stuck in the chute because some idiot put a cheesed slice in the toaster. I dashed away with my warm half-bagels, nevermind that most of the cream cheese topping ended up on the floor of the toaster. I had to grab the longest pair of tongs on the table so that I could reach the bagel slices now upside down and totally stuck to the back end of the chute where the bagels slide out. Aach! Before I could take another breath, my slices rode deep into the machine, disappeared from view, and fell into the back of the toaster. And they started traveling into the machine. So I placed by cheesed bagel slices on the belt. I looked up and about for a toaster oven, but it seemed this conveyor contraption was all they had. So, instinctively (excuse #3), I picked up a bagel, split it open, and spread some cream cheese on the slices. I get warm bagels with a slightly crusty cream cheese topping. What I've always done with my bagel was split it open (learned to do that already), spread some cream cheese on each half, and pop the cheesed slices on the toaster oven. This was our first time at this hotel, and the first time I saw this contraption (excuse #2). In other words, you put the bagel on the conveyor, and it slowly travels into the toaster, falls through the back end, and slides forward so you can pick it up just under the belt. But unlike pizza conveyors, this one doesn’t go in one end and out the other -– it goes in one end and out underneath. Some hotels have waffle makers and microwave ovens this one had a contraption - like those pizza cooking gizmos - with a conveyor belt and a heating element over the belt so that you toast only the top portion of whatever you want to toast the top portion of… like maybe your bagel. They had the average fare: cereal, oatmeal, fruits, coffee, juice, milk, doughnuts, muffins, sliced bread, and bagels. Let me start with the good ol' bagel incident.įor those of you who've been patiently reading my online ramblings, I wrote about my first encounter with the bagel here: Romancing The Bagel.Īs if my romance with this wanna-be-donut pastry wasn't enough humiliation (however private it was) sure enough, I had another episode where I just knew that someone behind me had said, "What the heck is she doing?" What are these excuses for? For my "Duh" moments, which I will refer to as my "What Was I Thinking?!" moments. instinct" (you can't blame me for a knee-jerk reaction), or "I didn't get the memo" (aka: "Why didn't you tell me?"). I have a long list of excuses: "Senior moment" (most valid, of course), "I was distracted" (it's my ADD), "I'm new here" (I look like a foreigner wherever I am), "Sorry.
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