toast

Scene: Making toast for breakfast at work last week.

Because I offer to make him some too, my friend Ken offers to butter mine for me while I steam some milk for our coffees. As he lifts the knife laden with butter and directs it toward my toast, I say, "Go lightly though, I don't want too much please."

He replies "What, you don't want the butter to spray up into your face when you bite into it? Because that's how my grandma does it."