I have purchased a toaster oven.

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It feels like some sort of minuscule adulthood rite of passage, buying a kitchen appliance for myself.

Also, standing in the grocery store’s massive liquor section* and doing math in my head, I chose to buy one of the big things of Baileys instead of a little one, calculating that it would be about 70 yen cheaper per ounce. I think this is also some sort of rite of passage, but it might not be an “adulthood” one per se. A dissolute, girly adulthood rite of passage. I then came home and drank spiked hot chocolate and leveled my orcish hunter to 45.

(Apparently the Ice Stone has melted, you guys.)

* It’s a spirits aisle, a beer aisle, a wine aisle, and a bunch of wine displays spilling out into the housewares section. It sprawls.

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We *have* a toaster oven but it's very high tech (Krups) and I'm kind of terrified of it (the manual has these exhortations: DO NOT TOUCH THE CRYSTAL RODS! which I hear shrieked in a bad German accent, in my head). So I've never used it. Augh. I'm a wimp!

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Mine has one dial, and that is the one that sets the timer. Complex! It suits my Baking Fish-related needs admirably.