Breakfast Beats

I marched right up to the stainless steel toast rack beside the breadboard! Wedged neatly between two shiny metal arches was an unused paper coffee filter, crimped with dozens of stiff, ruffled ridges. Naturally, I couldn't resist! I plucked a dry wooden toothpick from an open shaker, leaped onto the cutting board, and gave the paper ridges a rapid, energetic swipe—*zippp-zip!* It rasped out the crispest little washboard sound! Delighted, I kicked my left heel against the hollow cutting board for a low *knock*, then swept the toothpick back and forth in a bouncy morning tempo. The kitchen counter makes the greatest rhythm section ever!