Posted by: Dahni | May 8, 2008

Burnt Toast

© 05/08/08

By Dahni

Figures: 1-4 (left to right & top to bottom)

Figure 1:  ‘Burnt Toast’ (oil on canvas) – If you won’t eat it, why paint it?                   

Figure 2:  ‘Ninja Toast – If you can’t eat it, might as well play with it?                     

Figure 3: ‘Mona Lisa on Toast’[i] – Lots of time on your hands, but why do this?                          

Figure 4: ‘Hanging Toast’ – If you don’t like it, why hang it for all to see?

   For years, little Johnny sat silently at the table each morning, waiting for his breakfast. He always wanted the same thing. Every morning his mother would place two pieces of bread into the toaster. Little Johnny loved his morning toast. His Mom could always tell, by the huge grin on his face when she placed his two pieces of toast on a plate and set it before him. Yes, Johnny loved his toast. Two pieces, without butter, jelly or jam is the way he liked it best, but he never spoke or ever said a word.

   One morning, his mother was just a little out of sorts and without realizing it, she set two pieces of burnt toast in front of little Johnny. Instead of his usual grin, he stared at the blackened bread for a moment or two and than spoke. “This toast is black as night!”

   With those words, little Johnny’s mother became excited and animated. She danced and twirled while little Johnny gawked at her as if she were crazy.

   “Oh, Johnny, my dear little Johnny, you spoke! You spoke!! But why have you never spoken before now?”

   Without a moment’s hesitation little Johnny answered her. “Well Mom, up until this morning when you burnt my toast, everything has been OK.”

   Is not this how we sometimes act as well? It seems like the only time we or others ever speak up and out about something, is when something is wrong.


If with pleasure you are viewing any work a man is doing,
If you like him or you love him, tell him now;
Don’t withhold your approbation till the parson makes oration
And he lies with snowy lilies on his brow;
No matter how you shout it he won’t really care about it;
He won’t know how many teardrops you have shed;
If you think some praise is due him now’s the time to slip it to him,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he’s dead.
More than fame and more then money is the comment kind and sunny
And the hearty, warm approval of a friend.
For it gives to life a savor, and it makes you stronger, braver,
And it gives you heart and spirit to the end;
If he earns your praise – bestow it; if you like him let him know it;
Let the words of true encouragement be said;
Do not wait till life is over and he’s underneath the clover,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he’s dead.

–B. Braley









Just Imagine,


Mona in Toast,’ from Ripley’s “Believe it or Not” museum in Orlando, Florida. The Mona Lisa on Toast by Tadhiko Okawa recreated Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa … from pieces of burnt toast. Okawa creates these edible works by etching the picture on aluminum foil, wrapping each piece of toast in a section of foil, cuting out the design, then toasting it in a horizontal toaster. From Personal Projects — Extraordinary Works from Ordinary Objects. The World of Ripley’s Believe-it-or-not. New York, Black Dog and Levinthal Publishers, 1999, p. 100. 

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