Yesterday I was sitting at table, waiting for my toast to get cool so that the butter didn't melt into it. That reminded me of another English ex-pat friend who came to stay during the summer. She did exactly the same thing, and told me how she got into trouble from a German friend who asked her to make toast and complained vehemently that it should have been hot. Or warm, at the very least. Not cold.
I guess the clue to the difference lies in the combo of bread and butter. Do you prefer your toast crisp and anointed with gleaming butter that provides a smooth contrast? Or do you like it soggy, soaked through so that the butter melds with the bread?
Toast itself is a question for me. Why do we do this? Is it simply to help the loaf along when it's getting soggy? I don't know. What I do know is that when I don't have access to toast, I miss it. This I discovered when I was a boarder at the Royal Ballet School, and later on, when I lived in residence at the University of Cape Town. Oh the delight to be back home and rediscover toast! A little deprivation can certainly enhance appreciation.
Being of a butterfly mind, I like to catch what settles in order to observe, admire and explore. So, these are my thoughts on life and how we live... sometimes lighthearted, sometimes serious.
About Me
- Brenda
- If my life were an equilateral triangle, writing would form one side. It's my work, my passion, my purpose. The other two sides? My beloved family and Anthroposophy.