Considering how much I love butter, if I had a piece of toast that big, a whole stick might just about do it.
Though it pains me to see a sweet face on my plate looking so sad and resigned to his fate of being eaten, I have to do what I came here to do and dip him in over medium egg yolks. It's a cruel world.
I don't want to think about my cuts and scrapes, I want to think about breakfast!
As much as I'd love to be able to eat and wash myself at the same time, some things should be kept separate for hygiene's sake.
Silly, you can't use real toast as a wallet! Your money will get butter all over it!
Breakfast can never be quite this adorable.