Monday, January 30, 2012
Even the Butter has a Home
So, my goal for the year to not buy things I don't need has been spoiled already.
The old dish was a hand-me-down that we have owned for 20+ years. It is chipped, stained and deglazed in places. It rests in the garbage as I type. It was ceremoniously replaced with this happy piece from West Elm. The butter would still be residing in its old, decaying dish if West Elm had not offered free shipping.
I've read the Paula Deen fat flak these last few weeks. If Paula goes down, I sure hope she doesn't take butter down with her. Butter is very important in my family. We'd keep it on a pedestal, as long as the pedestal would fit in the fridge (it would not). I remember the butter of my youth. A usual breakfast at my grandparent's house would consist of eggs, bacon, biscuits and a big ol' round of butter on a plate. No margarine there! Frankly there's no better smell than butter melting in a frying pan.