So the other day I was at the grocery store, picking up a few necessary items. One of which was butter.
We go through butter in this family like water.
Got bread? Put some butter on it. Got pasta? Put some butter on it. Potatoes? Butter. Veggies? Butter. Steak? Butter. Mmmmmm, butter.
And I don't discriminate. Butter, margarine...all are welcome at my house. In fact, we mostly use a little product known as "I Can't Believe it's Not Butter!" Which seriously, they need to find a new name for that already. It's time.
I was at the store, picking up some butter. So I made my way over to the dairy aisle, and reached for my standard two-pack of the good stuff:
And then I paused and noticed this bad boy sitting right next to it:
"But what about toast crumbs, Megan?" I reminded myself. (Silently, of course. I don't talk to myself out loud at the grocery store. Usually.) "You don't want a bunch of toast crumbs lingering in the precious butter!"
But then again, you can always scrape out the toast crumbs. Hmmmm.
And then my environmental conscience kicked in. Wouldn't one giant tub of butter be made out of less plastic than two smaller tubs of butter?
What to do, what to do...
And then I decided. One tub of butter it was. It just felt right.
On Sunday morning, I opened that giant tub of butter and proceeded to make my family a breakfast to die for. Scrambled eggs, fried eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, the works. I had every burner going. I was super-mom. I had one hand scrambling, the other hand flipping, butter being spread, hasbrowns being tended to, and then I saw it.
The lid to the big daddy tub of butter. Sitting on the burner, right where I'd placed it just a moment ago. Melting into goo while emitting an eerie yellow smoke.
And then I remembered why I buy the two-pack.
Butter back-up. You never want to be without it.