At Frank Winter's wake, someone brought blue cheese and raw onion with plenty of butter, on white bread. I went back for more, but they had been discovered.
Hot chips/french fries with salt and malt vinegar. They must be hot to melt into the butter. (How people can eat chips without vinegar is beyond me.)


Here, the kids will make themselves vegemite/marmite/yeast extract butties! Some even like cold baked beans sammies! Good grief.