I come to you with a confession. It's really all my mother and my grandmothers and Paula Deen's fault. (Isn't everything?) I have a deep, deep, obsession, nay - this is more an addiction to.....I'm almost ashamed to admit this......butter. I spend many hours contemplating butter. Do you ever wonder who the first person was who took a look at a cow and thought, "Hmmmmmm......if I pull those things, then take whatever I get, and then put it in a barrel with a stick and mash it around a bunch, I bet I'll get the best consummable substance known to man!" (Yes, I really do think there were pivotal moments in history that took place just like I have described.) Now, I know butter is not that great taken as a large spoonful all by itself. That is just not the case. However, there are things in this world made infinitely more tolerable, nay more enjoyable, by this creamy little gift from heaven (and ol' Bessie.) (I feel like I wax more poetic whe...
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