Letter from the Editor: Go Ahead, Burn the Toast

May 23, 2025
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This morning as I began to realize the smell of burnt sourdough in the toaster oven, I had to laugh at myself.

I burn something In the toaster oven every single day. Yesterday it was more sourdough, the day before that was a home made pop tart I bought from the LKA Chef at Lakefest over the weekend (Delicious, by the way). My husband had just walked in the door from dropping the kids off at school for their last week before summer break, and immediately asked me with a grin… “Burn some toast again?” We laughed together.

Burning toast doesn’t bother me anymore. And why should it? Should I be frustrated that I get so engaged in my work that I lose track of time?

Should I blame the toaster oven for working too slow, or the clock for working too fast, or my brain for being too impatient and getting easily distracted? Maybe it’s the setting on the toaster oven, someone suggested (…how very kind of you, Leigh, to give me the benefit of the doubt)!

I give myself permission to be human. And while I accept there are things that are out of my control, I also take responsibility for the things that are in my control. I give myself permission to burn the toast.
I’ll take responsibility for burning the toast today, and burning the toast tomorrow. And I’ll just make a new piece.

And next time – maybe, just maybe, I’ll remember to set the timer.


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This morning as I began to realize the smell of burnt sourdough in the toaster oven, I had to laugh at myself.

I burn something In the toaster oven every single day. Yesterday it was more sourdough, the day before that was a home made pop tart I bought from the LKA Chef at Lakefest over the weekend (Delicious, by the way). My husband had just walked in the door from dropping the kids off at school for their last week before summer break, and immediately asked me with a grin… “Burn some toast again?” We laughed together.

Burning toast doesn’t bother me anymore. And why should it? Should I be frustrated that I get so engaged in my work that I lose track of time?

Should I blame the toaster oven for working too slow, or the clock for working too fast, or my brain for being too impatient and getting easily distracted? Maybe it’s the setting on the toaster oven, someone suggested (…how very kind of you, Leigh, to give me the benefit of the doubt)!

I give myself permission to be human. And while I accept there are things that are out of my control, I also take responsibility for the things that are in my control. I give myself permission to burn the toast.
I’ll take responsibility for burning the toast today, and burning the toast tomorrow. And I’ll just make a new piece.

And next time – maybe, just maybe, I’ll remember to set the timer.


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