Sharing a plate of buttered toast … preferably with a pot of tea (and maybe some apricot or plum jam).
Even better shared with my boy — for whom the phrase “butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth” could have been coined.
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Zimmerbitch 
Buttered homemade sourdough toast is my comfort food. Shared with a boy child is even better.
We used to call our middle one the Smiling Assassin.
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Sounds a little like my boy!! Sharing simple food with our boys (and I include their fathers in this) does makes the day just that little bit brighter.
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Yes butter wouldn’t melt but I can see a hint of cheeky in those eyes Su 🙂
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Oh absolutely. He’s never been afraid to stir the pot, it does so with great humour and warmth.
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Excellent. That’s the way
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I know the expression, but don’t really know what that means. Does it mean that your mouth (i.e., you) are so cold that butter wouldn’t melt? He was adorable!
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It’s a really old saying apparently, and originally did mean that someone was cold and insincere. It seems to have morphed a bit, and I’ve always known it to mean someone who’s a bit cheeky and mischievous, but always appears totally innocent.
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Thanks for the explanation! I couldn’t figure out how it applied to your sweet little boy!
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I’m glad you asked actually; I hadn’t thought about the quite negative connotations of the original meaning.
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Don’t you just want to cuddle him?
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All the time!
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I am not a fan of butter, the smell of toast…..it is glorious! Your son is like my younger son–a true sweetheart but with that little glint in his eye!
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Oh that glint!!!
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Small treasures need to be treasured to fully appreciate our lives. Buttered toast with home-made jam sounds (tastes) great, Su.
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I agree Peter. More and more, I find enjoyment in, and reasons to be grateful for, the simple things.
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Su, a delightful compo to be found by me just about over lunch time. That’s your boy? How sweet; enjoy it while it lasts!
Yeah, I know those dachsie-‘moi’-surely-not’-look well too; with those doe eyes they get away with just about anything (just as my dachsie did, including the occasional tear…. honest to God!) and you’ll give in gladly and whole-heartedly!!!!
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That’s my boy, but quite a long time ago. He’s a man now, but still has that same twinkle in his eye.
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Love the happy expression. 🙂
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I agree toast is definitely one of life’s small pleasures. What an adorable shot of the boy child, he still looks just like he did when he was younger!
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Thanks Amanda
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Oh, what a lovely boy… I could sing that, Su 🙂 🙂 I can imagine how much joy he brings you.
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Such a lovely photo of the boy-child! And thanks for explaining the saying, I hadn’t heard it before. 😄 And I love buttered toast!! Simple but oh! so good! 😄
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Thank you. It is a nice one of him.
Totally agree about buttered toast. My last batch of sourdough was my best, and I froze some so I am savouring the last few slices.
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I’m having a bad conscience for neglecting my sourdough quite badly these days – I think it has been in the fridge for about 4 weeks now without feeding or warming up! 😂 But I think now that it’s going to be colder its resting time is over. 😉
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Hehe. I know that feeling. It takes a couple of days for me to coax mine back to full health.
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