Random old memory

When I dug into a fresh pot of honey today I had an old memory of me and my Sister arguing over who's turn it was to have the top of the honey. We used to like the top as it was a bit thicker and I think there was something pretty cool about being the one to break the seal.

I seem to remember that it became quite a game of skill, brinkmanship and tactics to NOT be the person to use up the old pot leaving the new pot clear for the other person.