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Toasted

Recently a song by Sting keeps popping into my consciousness. “I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien. I’m an alien in New York.” It took me a while to figure out why.

We opted not to keep many kitchen appliances when we cut the dock lines. I don’t need a microwave, But I sometimes miss the toaster. During my trip to Maine I made breakfast for my cousins, and had to get lessons on how to use their state-of-the-art toaster. I don’t really ever want to move off the boat, but if we do, I’m springing for one of these babies.

On La Luna, we toast on a Camp-a-Toaster, which sits on one of the burners of our propane stove. I employ handy wooden tongs so that I don’t burn my fingers. EW bravely lets his digits flit close to the flame and hot metal. Of course, we have to keep careful watch while we toast. Different breads can tolerate higher flame, others will begin to char fairly quickly, and .. we have to turn the toast. Which brings me back to Sting.

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Can you remember the first verse of “Englishman in New York”? Allow me to remind you:  

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York.

Do please note that my tea water is ready. I take tea, my de-ah.

Further research reveals that, while toast lovers on both sides of the Atlantic had to manually turn their toast over flame or when using the early electric models, many in Great Britain learned to enjoy their toast “half-done” or “done on one side” and still prefer it to this day. In fact, my cousins’ toaster was made in England and has a setting for I or II – they can toast their bread on one side if they so choose.

Aboard the boat, we can toast our bread on only one side, but I like a little crunch on both sides. I also like Sting’s  song – especially the lyrics in the later verses. Here are the lyrics, and here’s a link to Sting’s music video. Enjoy!

"Englishman In New York"

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

 

NOTE:  After EW proofed this for me he asked, “What make you think of the Sting song?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I just heard it recently and noticed the ‘toasted on one side’ line and it popped up when I was making breakfast.” Long pause. “Get it. Popped up?”  EW groaned.

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