Robyn is making her Lemon Meringue Pie (objectively one of the best things in the 'verse you can put in your mouth) and just handed me an empty condensed milk tin. Running my finger around the inside of the tin and scraping the dregs of the condensed milk out is for some reason very comforting. I put it up there with watching The Great Escape after lunch on a cold Sunday or sitting up in bed, reading a good book while the cats sleep curled around my feet. It's slightly indulgent and safe at the same time. The kind of satisfaction that comes from having experienced the situation many times and knowing the outcome. An anticipation high.
It's also a buzz because I know that an empty condensed milk tin is a precursor for LMP.