I'm not talking about the North Pole, the finish line of the New York marathon or the handbag department of Selfridges on Boxing Day.
No, what I find the most satisfying of all is being the first person to plunge a knife into a brand new pot of Marmite. Penetrating the slight oily sheen and carving down into the murky depths of its rich, black goodness, leaving an almost perfectly hemispherical scar in the otherwise pristine surface.
Clearly, this is not limited to Marmite; many other spreads lend themselves to this phenomena. Peanut butter (smooth more than crunchy) is good, as is Nutella.
However, although you'd think they might, pots of jam & marmalade really don't give that same exhilarating feeling of being the one to break virgin territory. And honey is rubbish as it 'self-heals'.
So what do you like to be first to?
First person to say '...point out that you have ended your sentence with a preposition' owes me a bag of Twiglets.