It is not a question of whether the toaster is broken. The question is whether, as a minimalist, I need to replace the damn thing. Or, perhaps just use the broiler that is already included in my oven, and doesn’t count as an additional material possession?
You might also be asking yourself a range of other burning questions, such as:
Why didn’t I turn the dial down?
Why didn’t I pay attention to the waffles smouldering in the contraption?
How could it possibly have taken me SIX waffles to figure out that I should turn the dial down and pay attention to the waffles smouldering in the contraption?
Well, I did turn the dial down. Each time. It didn’t help. And I didn’t pay attention to the waffles, because I was busy caring for sick children. Sick, *hungry* children. And, clearly, almost set the house on fire.
Mother of the year. Right here.