I kid you not that white toast and butter is a huge weakness for me. I love it. I'd finish my paper route as a kid and ride circles on my Stingray outside my grandmother's house until she'd come outside and say, "Son number 3, come on in and have something to eat!" She made the best toast because she always had a stick of real butter softened on the counter in a covered dish. Damn, she was a great cook!
By the way, it's snowing.