It started back in college life
Those heady days all on our own
When catching meals was full of strife
And home cooking did we disown
But to prep frozen pot pies was less than your due
Though what else could you really produce?
The years without you were not found wanting.
Until, that day, when we were so blue
And our dinner plans so needed rescuing.
And there you were like a dutiful wife
Your element hot as a missile’s nose-cone
Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Saving us from take-out via phone.
After two and a half weeks without a working oven, Todd’s little toaster oven that could got us through several dinners. And even though it was small, it was mighty in it’s timely cooking of everything from steaks to hash brown casserole, so I decided it needed a little tribute all it’s own.