It's funny how toast has become a generic-specific term. It means a piece of bread, lovingly baked (or toasted) to a delectable brown, crunchy state. Go to any place in America, and ask for toast, and that's what you get. Rye toast, wheat toast, Texas Toast, cinnamon raisin toast, it's all the same. Well, except for French Toast, but that's not really toast at all. It doesn't have all of the toasty qualities, and some philistines put syrup on it. Blech. It's eggs and bread--a high class egg sandwich, so it should be slathered with ketchup. But that's another story.
Today, I had a whole wheat bagel with cream cheese and jam for breakfast. The bagel was toasted to perfection in the uber toaster. The combination of the bagel, crunchy on the outside, yet tender, soft and warm on the inside, spread with a cooling layer of cream cheese and some sweet grape jam made for a dining experience unknown to anyone but an East Coaster living near a great bagel shop.
But I wonder why that isn't called toast. Flour and water makes it a bread-like product. A short trip through the uber toaster makes it golden brown and delicious. Yet, no one would call it bagel toast.
It shall remain one of life's imponderables.