Frozen butter pats stifle even those spreaders replete with hubris regarding their ability to ever-move by way of smooth.

Gentleman’s genteelism led to a request for the freshly-whipped variety instead, but opting for an alternative was foiled by foiled.

Cruciverbalist cogitates clues over brekkie. One-down: Bacon’s bed. One-across: Sounds like baby flower’s pet name.

Subitizing pockets left by yeast’s process is a talent about which few will ever feel truly jelly, though such a soul certainly deserves an honouring toast broadcast on the telly. ; )

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