Spread to the Edge

The other day, Mrs H and I were in a coffee shop and for some reason I found myself scrutinising a chap who was carefully spreading jam on a slice of toast.

The spreading operation attracted my attention because the chap was spreading his jam with such precision, holding the toast in one hand while taking great care to spread the jam right to the edge all the way round. I don’t know what flavour the jam was, but it was red.

I don’t eat toast and jam, I’m more of a marmalade or Marmite chap, but all I do is shove some onto buttered toast, smear it around a bit then scoff it. If the butter is too cold to spread properly then a few lumps of it will do.

I’d have consumed two slices before the careful spreader had taken a bite.