Nitto RBW-51 Front or Rear Rack

Way back when Grant still ate flax seed, he was a master bread maker. Well, it was kind of a bread, granola hybrid. The bread had crunch, toothiness, traits only marginally attenuated by the prodigious application of butter. Toasting the bread was a task best done with exceeding care. Using a Hanhart 7 jewel pin lever stop watch, a 1932 Toastmaster Single Slice, and of course, a deft wrist, one could toast the bread for exactly 49.3 seconds before it turned into a square of vesicular scoria. Slathered with Diane St. Clair’s Animal Farm butter, the toast turned into a glowing morsel that seemed to be made of the sun itself. Grant’s loafs were laborious and time consuming to make. There was the gathering of the flax, the oats, the chaffing of the wheat. The eggs (from Penny and Ronnie, who required a constant stream of Pablo Casals at precisely 31 decibels, only laid on Wednesdays) were a scarce commodity. As such, the bread was regarded as a rare treat, and was only doled out to