Toast is a simple breakfast offering. It’s comforting without deep commitment. There are no bechemel or hollandaise sauces to complicate or distract. No fresh cheeses, rare truffles or elaborate presentations are needed as a means to impress. Toast takes mere minutes to make and is delicious with butter and jam. Nothing else is required.
The song “Toast” by Italian singer Violetta Zironi is a lovely beacon of light in the darkest part of the year. I recently heard Winter described as the space between breaths. The pause before the exhale. A time to reassess our lives and our purpose. Over a bosso nova beat reminiscent of Astrud Gilberto Violetta’s fresh voice provides warmth to this assessment. “Toast” like the singer’s voice is charming and endearing. The opening lyrics, “Are you gonna to make me some toast—or shall I grab my clothes”, are forward and unapologetic in the sweetest possible way. Violetta understands that life is too short for ambiguity and her request for clarity is refreshing in the murky light of December.
“Toast” is a hopeful song as we balance on the edge of exhaling past the coming solstice. It’s a guarantee of longer days. The glimmer of buoyancy in our reawaking hearts. “Toast”’s simplicity and innocence mirrors its breakfast counterpart and softens the sharp edges of the morning frost.