How does the butter get off the knife? Part 2 of 2 2/3/15

The sequels:

Butter diary entry:

(I leave the knife with drum rolls of triumph from this hug of a blade to bagel embrace undulation. Leaving the cool of that blade for the warmth of this bagel is the surrender I imagined and ongoing until my faint memories are blade reflected as I now bask in bagel tide pools looking back in transformed satisfaction. No more boring butter dish stockade. Let this journey carry me onward . . .)

knife diary entry:

(I was chilling in the draw with my bros when daily comes a coming as the drawer opens. Hey, it could be anything, yes a knife, a fork a spoon, a ladle, prongs, chop stocks….whatever. But no, it’s me. Ya, I know the guy. He likes me in particular probably because of my handle and maybe a little because of my thin blade. Anyway, the grab is on and I am up and away. Not far just above the drawer. Right there is a cutting board and the new toaster, da dah! Actually the toaster is kind of cool with lights and buttons, and chromy. So we are waiting at the exposed butter dish. The grip has shifted from that initial grab into a skilled sort of grip. I kind of know what is going to happen. There is a pattern from before. There’s a bagel, probably the top half, more than likely sesame seeds and we’re going with butter and maybe jam. Wow, the bagel creeps up real slow like a sunrise thing. It is well toasted but not burned in the slightest. I am on task it seems, headed to the butter. A healthy slice from the already used end and we are in flight over the bagel to the upper right. I am trusting that the butter sticks in the turn over move. We have contact, not pushy but firm almost stroke like in this delivery. I am thinking one sweep across the bagel is the goal. For some unexplained reason we are traveling kind of slow and deliberate and fairly fluid. Normally things like this are more jaunty and abrupt but this is a glide in comparison. Hey we’re all happy. Butter is happy, I’m happy. I think the bagel is happy. There were two more passes, swifter than the first but calm and embracing, well, as embracing as a knife escorting butter across a bagel can be in my estimation. I like it, the whole thing. It was kind of different but the doing was fine. A nice start to my day, out and about! ….)

toaster diary entry: (new residence, finally out of that box at last. First call of the day. Service is my means. Only one side! Bagel is the button pressed and bagel is the entry in the bay. I’m good at bagels. At least this one is not too thick. I am just humming along, like on autopilot with this one. I prefer seed side facing in but not in this case. Well I am here and his is standing there, looking ready for action. No chatter, no fussing, just knife in hand and butter dish exposed. Then boom, my timer goes off, lights have diminished, lift is on the slow rise. I don’t know much about this guy. He is not what I would call a regular so far. Few crumbs, looking good, I’m happy with my task and still looking like new!)

bagel diary entry: (it was like taking a bus ride with a bunch of my buddies, sort of a packaged deal. We arrive somewhere for a stay, kind of look see but no action just hanging tight. And then one by one mostly we disappear. There has been rumors about a divide and conquer method that is applied. Hey, that happened to me first! I’m out of the package and serrated into two. Of course I am the top half now, the one with the seeds etc. and before I can deal with the split up, I am descending into an oven of sorts. I am not saying that was bad because it actually felt surprising good, warm through and throughout. Next I get my knife wound treated with another knife, covered with butter! Yes, butter is the order of the day. A good uniform spread, all over the cut side. Still feeling good about it. But then the attack begins. Thank god I have multiple personalities because each one of them, as us, became bite size in the chow down. Gone is my apparent life. I might as well have never left the ingredient stage of existence but I did and here we are, all one of us together but separate and further disintegrating. What can I say? Down the hatch!)