I do love a nice crunchy piece of toast. That's why I'm friendly with the toaster oven. In fact, I once wrote a poem singing its praises. When it's feeling generous, it opens its mouth wide and offers up a couple of pieces of toast. But it's a moody fellow and you never know when it will decide to just sit there and give you the cold shoulder.
I think, though, if I stand there and stare at it long enough, it will get the message and produce the toast.