My housemates are the best people on earth.
A few days ago they acquired a sandwich toaster. Egads, thinks I, another kitchen appliance to terrorize me! Yes, indeed, my talents in the kitchen are well-known to all (and, in case you for some reason don't know,
click here to learn.) But this device is different. You make a sandwich, which I can, in fact, do with minimal damage to myself and my sourroundings. You put the sandwich in the device's gaping maw, which looks not unlike a waffle iron. You close the maw. Hopefully, if you're clever, you plugged it in earlier. If you're like me and did not, you should do that now. Wait. A green light flashes. You reopen the maw. The sandwich is now toasted and cut diagonally. It's big enough to hold two sandwiches, even, should The Hunger be strong with you.
Now, I love sandwiches. Normally I'll heat it up in the microwave, which is the only kitchen appliance that I fully understand. This, of course, leads to all sorts of colorful exchanges... like this one:
"You're putting it in the microwave? It has condiments on it! You can't do that!" -
ghostwriterxx"Why not?" -
chaosvizier"You... you violate every rule of sandwich!"
ghostwriterxx But with Mr. Sandwich Heating Thingy, the bread is toasted but still soft, the essence of condiments are infused with the bread to create added flavor, cheese is melted, and all is right with the world.
This could conceivably break my addiction to Hot Pockets.