So hubby is making dinner last night - porterhouse steaks - OMG Yum. And he’s searing his in… Margarine. What the F-ing F. Like ugh. Really! I didn’t even know we still have that shit in the house. And I walked by and made a face at him. What? he says. I’m like, don’t do THAT to mine. Just sear mine off and throw it in the broiler for a few. He gets all pissy at me… what, you don’t like Margarine any more? I said nope. Kerrygold Butter all the way. I melted some in a sauce pan with some garlic, salt & pepper. Dipped every single piece of steak in it, and then poured the rest on my Broccoli. Honestly, he’s not even allowed to eat my butter. He doesn’t appreciate it’s amazing-ness. He gets “normal” butter.
I’m seriously considering starting a #pursebutter movement. I don’t ever want to be without my grass-fed butter. I’ll eat that shit with a spoon. If the dairy-mongerers in PA ever ban Kerrygold butter; I’m moving. I think a small lock-n-lock container would work for #pursebutter. I eat it so fast, I don’t have to worry about spoilage.