Yellow, pure, and flawless

butter

There are few perfect things in this world, and one of them is your common everyday pound of butter, cool in its box, printed in blues and greens with pleasant images – a farm, a farmer, a cow at a fence – and divided into quarters wrapped in immaculate paper as neatly tucked and folded as a soldier’s bunk, each section as easy to slide in and out as if riding on soundless rollers, like drawers in a filing cabinet, two two-drawer cabinets placed side by side, the files packed in manila, clean and fresh, with evenly spaced dividers arranged by a tablespoon. To press it to your cheek and then, with a fingernail, to carefully lift the triangular folds at each end, one end at a time, and then, without tearing the paper, to open the final flap and find there butter, yellow, pure, and flawless, too good to be true.


Photo: Rose Water & Orange Blossoms

Comments

  1. Don’t tell your heart and cholesterol how pure and good this really is – tho it really is.l.

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  2. What a perfect paean! Beau is totally on-board with this–he’ll eat a stick, wrapper and all…sigh…

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  3. Butter is the real deal. I sat in a movie theater last night and ate popcorn with “what passes for butter”. It got stuck in my throat..WTH is that stuff, anyway ??

    Grandparents were immigrant dairy farmers. We never had margarine/ fake butter in the house. It would have been an insult. Still is.

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  4. Butter has no carbs, right?…eat as much as you want. It’s good for you.

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  5. Anthony was a dairy farmer – can’t wait to read/show him this post!

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  6. Back in the 70s and 80s my mother replaced butter for margarine and milk with some sort of boxed s**t. It was “new and improved” and supposedly better for you. I tried to bring the margarine into my home as a new bride. Didn’t happen and I’m now thankful so small concessions. Glad I didn’t listen to the egg theory either.

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  7. Butter rules!

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  8. having grown up on butter because my mom had lived on a farm and was sick of it, I now love butter with a passion……….

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  9. Reblogged this on On the Homefront and commented:
    sometimes it is the simple things that are best…………..

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  10. butter is magic. it is one of my favorite colors, ‘butter yellow,’ and i used to eat it from the stick when i was a child.

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  11. And don’t forget to leave the wrapper on before you press it to your cheek.

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  12. We grew up with a milk cow (Esmerelda). Mom patted butter into an oval shape, like a big potato. Not yellow in real life, but a rich, cream-color. Just part of life on the farm.

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  13. And it does fill the knooks and cranies of an english muffin nicely.
    -Alan

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  14. Gee, I thought I was the only weird person who took a certain secret pleasure in the paper packaging of those sticks of butter.

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  15. And maybe a loaf of warm, fresh, pristine bread to go with it?

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  16. Takes me back to my Grandmother’s kitchen where the scents of cinnamon, vanilla and everything good was always simmering or baking with – what else – butter! My big shouldered Swedish Grandpa used to slab it on homemade bread with equal portions of sweet chokecherry jelly — he’d grin as he ate it. Ahh … butter!

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  17. MidnightBanshi says:

    Sometimes, the best pleasures to be found around are the simplest.

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  18. I love butter. 🙂

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  19. My Mom was the Queen of Butter…

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