Dinosaur Toast

Yesterday when I stepped out to go to the pool I passed a huge yard sale on the corner. My eyes landed on a rusted flat pan with sunburst pattern of holes and a pyramid wire frame. I glanced at the tiny sticker. Toaster -$14. "You can have it for a dollar," the dealer said. "That's about all I have," I said fishing out a dollar from my tiny lipstick and emergency aspirin pouch.
"I bake bread all the time and we live on toast. I've always wanted a toaster museum and this fits in perfectly," I said. I continued walking to the YMCA carrying my swim bag and my new toaster. The Elks lodge parking lot was full of antique cars and a tent where they were selling hot dogs, burgers, chips and soda. "You must be the chef," I said holding out the toaster to the man in a spotless white apron.
"Yes I am."
"Do you know what this is? I am asking everyone. I know but this is a quiz," I said smiling. "I'll give you a hint: kitchen."
"A vent cover."
"Something edible," I said.
"Candles."
He must not know the word edible, I thought. "Something you can eat," I said.
"Turkey. Chicken."
"Close!"
"Toast! It's a toaster for camping. You place your sliced pieces of bread over the wires and place it on the camp stove.
'Wow, I never would've guessed. I've never seen anything like that," he said.
"It even closes so you can put it in your suitcase," I said demonstrating. "This goes way back, back to the dinosaurs." I said laughing and I continued walking to the Y.