Toast

andy

A minute ago, I was eating some hot butter-slathered toast. I was basking in the general sense of contentedness and that everything-is-alright-with-the-world-ness that comes from a good piece of toast.

But then I wondered if I would still enjoy toast if it was complicated to make.

This struck me as an important question.

Did I love the toast or its convenience?

If I really loved it, then I would love it under all circumstances, but I've got a nagging sense that if I had to go to any sort of effort at all, I would cut toast without a backward glance.

So this sent me into a toast related quandary. Because I may have been kidding myself about loving toast, when I don't love it at all. I just like the convenience and I am, in fact, using the toast. I'm not committed to it all. I'm the Abramovich to toast's Mourinho.

I have to conclude that I don't like toast at all. It's just there.

katiejane

@ andy - can you get me some drugs too?

Liz

The scary thing is, that won't be drug induced. He's clearly been working too hard. I think you just love toast - it is delicious. Only the volume is related to convenience...

katiejane

I has to be white. And it has to be butter. If its thick, then hot. If its thin, cold and chewy. Mmmm.

David

But you went and bought a toaster. And bread. And butter. You made it convenient. You obviously thought at some point you'd be wanting toast and prepared for it. I can see at least some love for toast in those actions. The flame still flickers.

SimonB

Surely if it was convenience that was the key factor ... your would have stopped at bread?

David

Very true, or just eat butter?

andy

mmmm. eating butter.