One of the simplest joys in life is bread with butter. Of course, being Australian, that would be topped with vegemite. Oh, you don’t like vegemite, then chances are we wouldn’t like you. Vegemite is an Australian test of character, you understand.
And in this day and age, it would be spelt bread lightly dusted with seeds, wrapped in recycled brown paper, neatly folded.
It would, of course, be butter. Now we all know that margarine is just a conn. The marketing department took something that makes everything taste better and replaced it with something nasty. (my mother was firm in her belief that giving my dad the cholesterol lowering margarine, because of his high cholesterol gave him cancer which ultimately killed him, as the rumours about that particular margarine suggest)
You’ve just got to remember to keep the butter in the cupboard and not the fridge, then it spreads so easily.
Fresh bread and butter, one of life’s simple joys.
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