The joys of buttered toast

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Anonymous wrote:Right there with you OP. I buy absurdly overpriced sourdough every week and there is nothing quite like munching on heavily buttered crispy slices of toast and drinking my coffee while the world starts waking up.

THIS

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Toasted Sourdough + grassfed butter + pinch of salt - sooooo good.

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Anonymous wrote:Right there with you OP. I buy absurdly overpriced sourdough every week and there is nothing quite like munching on heavily buttered crispy slices of toast and drinking my coffee while the world starts waking up.

I love an absurdly thick layer of cream cheese on my sourdough toast.

Omg, I want toast now.

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Honestly, I've come to really, really savor old fashioned buttered toast (sweet white bread with butter made from cow's milk). I've been having only that for breakfast every morning this week. It's actually such a luxury - remember how George Washington's weird mother wrote him a letter when he was on the battlefield in Pennsylvania, not giving a f**k about his safety but requesting that he send her butter? And white bread was once a luxury too. And getting a slice of bread evenly sliced, and then toasted to the exact burn that you want, is also a modern miracle.

So according to my distant ancestors, having buttered toast for breakfast is basically a sign that their lineage won at life or something.

Sorry but I actually feel very passionate about my morning toast. I like that it's chilly outside but my slices of bread are being warmed up. I like how the butter starts to melt on warm toast. I love the texture and flavor combination when you eat it. I enjoy it so much that I don't even want coffee with it anymore. It's SO GOOD.

I literally made SIX SLICES OF TOAST this morning just for myself, and I don't know what's gotten into me?

Does anyone else get like this sometimes?

Lol. Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Also (I'm the OP, I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY) my embarassing confession is that I like to spread the butter thickly. It doesn't look polite or civilized or lady-like at all. I just load up each slice of toast till you can basically just take an educated guess that there is some toast beneath the butter.

Getting used to its flavor, which I never really took the time to do before. We just take butter for granted, even extremely good butter. But its sooo satisfying and nourishing and explodes on the tongue when you eat slowly. Which, thanks to a lifetime of anxiety, I guess I never really did before?

I'm the butter and honey PP and I spread my butter soooo thickly. Excess is best.

[Anonymous]

OP, we should start a weekend buttered toast meetup. It's sooo good. We can make ourselves feel better by walking between slices

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Right there with you OP. I buy absurdly overpriced sourdough every week and there is nothing quite like munching on heavily buttered crispy slices of toast and drinking my coffee while the world starts waking up.

I love an absurdly thick layer of cream cheese on my sourdough toast.

Omg, I want toast now.

wait till tomorrow morning, it's more satisfying. Chilly morning air, the whirring sound of the coffee machine, and hot toast popping out of the toaster. IT'S PERFECT.

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Also (I'm the OP, I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY) my embarassing confession is that I like to spread the butter thickly. It doesn't look polite or civilized or lady-like at all. I just load up each slice of toast till you can basically just take an educated guess that there is some toast beneath the butter.

Getting used to its flavor, which I never really took the time to do before. We just take butter for granted, even extremely good butter. But its sooo satisfying and nourishing and explodes on the tongue when you eat slowly. Which, thanks to a lifetime of anxiety, I guess I never really did before?

I'm the butter and honey PP and I spread my butter soooo thickly. Excess is best.

yay!

OP, we should start a weekend buttered toast meetup. It's sooo good. We can make ourselves feel better by walking between slices

yes!!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Honestly, I've come to really, really savor old fashioned buttered toast (sweet white bread with butter made from cow's milk). I've been having only that for breakfast every morning this week. It's actually such a luxury - remember how George Washington's weird mother wrote him a letter when he was on the battlefield in Pennsylvania, not giving a f**k about his safety but requesting that he send her butter? And white bread was once a luxury too. And getting a slice of bread evenly sliced, and then toasted to the exact burn that you want, is also a modern miracle.

So according to my distant ancestors, having buttered toast for breakfast is basically a sign that their lineage won at life or something.

Sorry but I actually feel very passionate about my morning toast. I like that it's chilly outside but my slices of bread are being warmed up. I like how the butter starts to melt on warm toast. I love the texture and flavor combination when you eat it. I enjoy it so much that I don't even want coffee with it anymore. It's SO GOOD.

I literally made SIX SLICES OF TOAST this morning just for myself, and I don't know what's gotten into me?

Does anyone else get like this sometimes?

Cit the Nary Washington story please.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:
Agreed, except that I'm a spoiled French person and need my cultured butter (made with fermented cream, not fresh) instead of the bland non-cultured version.

But you can do better, OP.

Boil an egg until the white is coagulated but the yolk is still runny. Place on a cute eggcup on a plate. Pop open the top. Cut the hot buttered toast into fingers and arrange on plate. Dip fingers into the yolk and savor. Eat white last, with perhaps a little sprinkling of celery salt.

Heaven.

My absolute favorite!

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Guys, I just had lunch and you're all making me hungry again!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:OP, we should start a weekend buttered toast meetup. It's sooo good. We can make ourselves feel better by walking between slices

Can i join too?

LOL it's so good..

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Honestly, I've come to really, really savor old fashioned buttered toast (sweet white bread with butter made from cow's milk). I've been having only that for breakfast every morning this week. It's actually such a luxury - remember how George Washington's weird mother wrote him a letter when he was on the battlefield in Pennsylvania, not giving a f**k about his safety but requesting that he send her butter? And white bread was once a luxury too. And getting a slice of bread evenly sliced, and then toasted to the exact burn that you want, is also a modern miracle.

So according to my distant ancestors, having buttered toast for breakfast is basically a sign that their lineage won at life or something.

Sorry but I actually feel very passionate about my morning toast. I like that it's chilly outside but my slices of bread are being warmed up. I like how the butter starts to melt on warm toast. I love the texture and flavor combination when you eat it. I enjoy it so much that I don't even want coffee with it anymore. It's SO GOOD.

I literally made SIX SLICES OF TOAST this morning just for myself, and I don't know what's gotten into me?

Does anyone else get like this sometimes?

Cit the Nary Washington story please.

Even I know about that story...but I guess if you want to ruin our happy buttered toast thread with a churlish response, the least you could do is spell properly. It's Mary, not Nary. Cite, not Cit. You want someone to "do better", maybe you can start with basic spelling?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Also (I'm the OP, I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY) my embarassing confession is that I like to spread the butter thickly. It doesn't look polite or civilized or lady-like at all. I just load up each slice of toast till you can basically just take an educated guess that there is some toast beneath the butter.

Getting used to its flavor, which I never really took the time to do before. We just take butter for granted, even extremely good butter. But its sooo satisfying and nourishing and explodes on the tongue when you eat slowly. Which, thanks to a lifetime of anxiety, I guess I never really did before?

NP There is no shame in loading the butter on. I especially love Wegmans butter boy butter for this, as I get to crunch on the crystals of salt floating in the unctuous, creamy butter. It’s just perfect.

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A toasted slice of rosemary garlic bread with kerrygold butter is 🔥