Envision the scene of myself and Andy driving the backroads of Croatia toward the house of my friends. Andy has been asked to prepare a few of the best with butter and cheese accessories. I am sitting in the driver's seat laughing my head off at the ridiculous nature of his preparations. The first problem he faced was the cutting of the bread while the car was in motion. More of the bread ended up on him and on the floor than any that was to make it to our mouths. I have never witnessed bread being sliced with more difficulty. One might think that pre-sliced had been the name of the game up until this point. Next came the spreading of rock hard butter to what was left of the mangled bread. Needless to say even less of the actual bread remained after futile attempts by my fearless compadre to spread (looked more like mashing) it on. His attempts were hardly assisted by my weaving and braking to handle major bends in the road. He is lucky that neither the useless bread knife or a sufficient quantity of butter ended up inserted into his person. The final step was for him to lather on the spreadable cheese but because of the rock hard butter he instead mangled the bread even further and pushed all butter to one end of each slice. I sat throughout nearly driving off the road as result of my laughter. When I finally got my piece of what no longer looked like bread it was consumed quickly and the poor fellow had to start another. At this point him being covered from torso to feet with bread crumbs and the like. He had the look of one who has been through quite a tustle. I'm not sure what led me to share this but I hope that some of you enjoy reading my tale as much as I enjoyed witnessing it.