Imagine a fine piece of bread freshly cut from its loaf. Lightly toasted, just to the point where the the softness isn’t lost but the crunchiness of the newly baptized bread is certainly present. With a fine coloration of light brown. Now this light brown cannot simply be described as a light brown, no sir. Picture toasting a marshmallow on a blazing fire after dropping your first one into the fire like an incompetent cretin. Now once this mallow is complete you pull it out and admire your fine work. You gaze and wonder as the previously white marshmallow is now tinged with the color of fire. Now that the color of the toast is certain. What position is the bread in. Is it laying down on napkin waiting to be slathered with butter and jam like a pleb, no! This toast is dignified. It is sitting straight up saying here I am, proud and beautiful.