I will never eat again. It is the day after Thanksgiving, and I am seriously regretting every bite I took in the past 24 hours. Unfortunately, instead of a turkey dinner to gorge on, my holiday feast consisted solely of toast--white toast with butter, toasted English muffins with jam, toasted pumpernickel bagels with cream cheese and lox. But I know all too deep in my gut that what really put me over the edge was the toasted Pop-Tarts I had for breakfast this morning.
It all started when I saw a new toaster from Oster that offered 63 different settings. Called...
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