Imagine a crisp Saturday morning in the 1950s, a time when families gathered and traditions were formed in the heart of the home: the kitchen. As the smell of freshly brewed coffee mixes with the cool morning air, you see a family member busy with a striking, shiny metal device. It is the stovetop toaster, an innovation that was considered a luxury at the time and played a central role in the morning ritual. The person at the stove carefully turns slices of bread, which slowly transform into perfect golden brown treats. This ritual was not just a method of preparing food; it was an art form that required patience and precision, making every breakfast a special occasion
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