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Pre-electric toasters took the form of iron forks that were attached by hinges to the side of a fireplace and pivoted into the heat.

Various sources claim that the word toaster derives from the fact that the iron pivot was maneuvered by one’s toe, though it is unclear whether or not this theory holds water.

Why we want it in our kitchen: Sticking a square of cheese between two pieces of toast directly into an electric toaster may seem brilliant, but the results will be a gooey, burnt mess.

Getting our hands on one of these vintage toasters would mean one thing: beautiful, melty sandwiches with perfectly browned bread.

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