Today Sam did not want what was on the lunch menu (a very yummy spring vegetable risotto). He tried it a couple of times, but found it less than desirable. So, we decided that he if he didn't want what I was offering, he could fix himself a sandwich. He proceeded to get the bread and marmalade out of the fridge, and some sunflower butter from the "cellar", which is really our pantry, but why be so conventional about it? He took a good number of minutes to concoct his sandwich, carefully choosing the yummiest bits of marmalade- he likes the rind- and liberally smearing around the butter. Finally finished, he stepped back and looked proudly at his creation, stating,
"Well, that's not bad for a tiny man!"