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Now for the story.
Last night, my son was in the kitchen. He had a glass measuring cup, into which he inserted a half a stick of butter.
"Dude," I said. "What are you doing?"
I shook my had. "Making toast? With a half a stick of butter?"
"Yes, Mama. I'm making my special homemade toast. Watch."
He took two slices of bread and put them in the toaster. Then he put the measuring cup with butter in the microwave, and nuked it until the butter was in liquid form. By that time, the toast had popped. He took them out of the toaster, put them on a plate, and then poured the liquid butter over each of them.
But that wasn't all. He flipped them over and poured butter on the other side. Then he got out the blackberry jam and smothered each piece with it.
"There," he said when his creation was finished. "Perfect."
Then the boy ate it.
So there you go, ladies and gentlemen. Now you know how to make toast. Bubba style.