I miss toast.
Saying that, I know that I enjoy the smell of fresh bread toasting, and the associated anticipation, more that I enjoy than actually eating toast.
Because when you think about it, the taste of toast is the lesser half of the whole experience. The tongue is pleased by the shmear, not the hot, dry bread.
I promise to continue to tell myself this, especially as I walk past the bakery on my way to breakfast tomorrow.