Toasted

The toaster-oven's timer rings. The fragrant smell of well toasted bread.

They raised their glasses and toasted to their success.

Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese — toasted mostly.

For years I toasted my bread in the oven and then one day I bought a toaster.

My grandmother pulled out a handful of green beans, poured them into an ancient pan, toasted them patiently, ground them in a wooden hand mill with a copper handle, carefully squeezed the result into an old-fashioned Hungarian espresso maker, put it on a tray, and two hours later, it was coffee.

I love eating toasted cheese and tuna sandwiches.

I'll tell her how awful good you've been. I'll bet she meets us at the door of heaven with a big pitcher of water, and a lot of buckwheat cakes, hot, and toasted on both sides, like Bob and me was fond of.

I wonder what is the best-tasting toasted insect.

Tom toasted the bed.

The pieces of toast were toasted perfectly.