Ah, yes. The days when breakfast was eaten in one's kitchen... The fact that I can get Pop Tarts out of the vending machine at work when the toaster gets packed away following the breakfast rush in the caf has always ooged me out a little. I don't particularly like Pop Tarts to begin with (I mean, when you can have Toaster Strudel, is there really a choice?), but the thought of eating them "raw". Blech.