You know something? I love butter. In fact, I love dairy products, period. Demonized as they often are today, I’m going dairy all the way. There’s nothing quite like the sight, sound and smell of butter on toast in the morning. Yea verily, let it henceforth be known throughout the land that I’ve always loved butter. If by “always” you mean “for as long as I can remember eating”. But when I was a kid I had a lot of trouble spreading the cold stuff. Until, that is, I starting spending holidays in France with my aunt, my mum’s little sister. One day, seeing me struggling with a block of cold butter, trying to cut and spread it, she looked over at me, dropped her knife, picked up mine and went (and I paraphrase): “Dude…not like that. Here: you shave, one thin layer at time [starts shaving off the butter], like this, see? That way it’s easy to spread AND…you don’t get all these stab wounds in the block of butter. Nice, huh? Yeah. You like that, don’tcha? Who’s your favorite aunt?! Who’s your favorite aunt?! You know I’m younger and better looking than your mother, right? That’s not sibling […]
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