I'd Like To Make A Toast. Maybe A Lot Of Them.

Earlier this week I was hanging out with 520, Lib, and Lib’s as-yet-un-nicknamed boyfriend. We had one of those dinners where no one has enough food in the house to make anything in particular, so everyone brings what they have and we see what develops. We wound up eating tofu with soy sauce, an omelet, toast, gingersnaps, wine, and sprinkles (aka “jimmies” around here).

While the toast was toasting, I recalled my previous musings on the powers of this simple, universally appealing food. 517 and I unraveled off, as we often do, into hypothetical consideration of business opportunities. It struck me, suddenly, that you can’t just buy toast on the street corner, the way you can get a pretzel or popsicle. Even in Manhattan, to the best of my memory, there are no sidewalk toast vendors. Yet what could be simpler? And wouldn’t people go for it? The wheels are turning.

517 (who, incidentally, has the same real first name as me) has a particular self-employment vision that involves driving a commercial van with the name of his business on the side. We envisioned our future vehicle, with bold lettering reading ‘TURBO & TURBO’S TOAST”. We both rather liked the picture. I think also in 517’s mind was an image of us using the van to go to the junkyard and get more Saab engines.