I love butter.
No, really, I do. I am passionate about butter. (We don't do margarine at our house. Ever.)
Sweet, cream, salty, mild, European syle, Irish, mixed with herbs and wrapped in chicken, tempered with garlic and sloshed over pizza (Thank you Papa John!), whipped with honey and slathered on corn bread, whatever...
As far as I'm concerned, the roll is just the vehicle.
And, apparently, I'm not the only one in the family with this [not so secret] passion.
2 comments:
I'm with you, sister! There's not much that's better than butter. My boys, too, will eat butter. mmmmm
Thanks, Deb, for sharing. I tune into your blog every day for a glimpse into your busy household.
--Dad
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