Some folk want their luck buttered.

Give me buttered white bread with Marmite crisps and salad cream and I'm a happy girl.

I know where my bread is buttered, and for the most part, I'm better off doing my own thing.

Deliberation, n.: The act of examining one's bread to determine which side it is buttered on.

A slice of perfectly buttered, warm-from-the-oven bread has been known to bring tears to my eyes.

I cast my bread on the waters long ago. Now it's time for you to send it back to me - toasted and buttered on both sides.

When I was a kid and my mom made tomato soup, she would cut buttered toast into squares and float them on top of each bowl.

A slice of hot, buttered toast is the perfect meal. It's not too much and not too little, and it gives you just the right buzz.

My love of buttered popcorn has never been a secret. It runs deeper than a bottomless jumbo tub, free refills and all. It's my favorite food.

I realized that I've had a really rocky relationship with food - it has not been a gauzy, beautiful summer of ripe melons and perfectly buttered toast.

A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.

My career is like an artichoke. People might think that the leaves are tasty and buttered up and delicious, and they don't even know that there's something magical hidden at the base of it. There's a whole other side of me that people didn't know existed.

A week before Thanksgiving, my mother bought the turkey, frozen. Then she froze it some more. Then she let it thaw and cleaned it - and I mean really cleaned it, because nobody wanted a 'dirty bird.' She salt-and-peppered the turkey, buttered, paprika-ed, and nominally stuffed it.

It strikes me as one of nature's greatest jokes that the types of food we all like to eat more than anything (especially in winter) are the very things that cause the most insane weight gain - mounds of fluffy mashed potato, hot, thickly buttered toast, huge, steaming bowls of pasta, great big... actually, I'll stop there.

Everyone prefers some foods over others, but some adults take this tendency to an extreme. These people tend to prefer the kinds of bland food they may have enjoyed as children - such as plain or buttered pasta, macaroni and cheese, cheese pizza, French fries and grilled cheese sandwiches - and to restrict their eating to just a few dishes.

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