Growing up we used mostly margarine, it was affordable and promoted as healthy. Butter, in my house, was reserved for special occasions and special people.
When I moved out I began to establish my own household and discover my own cooking style and culinary preferences. I remember one day when I had just started a family, when I saw butter on sale at the local grocery store. Remembering that had been set aside for events and holidays, I wondered what made it so special. I brought it home and tasted it again as an adult and from that day on made the switch from margarine and I have never looked back.
Though it costs a bit more I liked that it was all natural and tasted so much better. What food isn’t made just a bit better by adding butter?
As my family grew, so did the grocery bill, and the butter consumption. With three hungry teenage boys, we could easily go through a pound of butter a week just on eggs and toast.
That’s when the stockpiling began. If butter was on sale, I stocked up. Coupons, store limits, Costco runs, it all became part of the routine.
I hesitate to call it hoarding, but it wasn’t unusual to have 12 to 16 pounds of butter in the fridge at any given time. It felt like a good investment.
Now days if we ever get below 4 lb of butter in the fridge I begin to feel a little panicky. I can’t
explain that logically, but it’s a sort of comfort to have it there.
Come what may, we will have
plenty of butter to share!
So where does the idea that women deserve butter come in?
For me, it’s a reminder. A small, simple one.
To enjoy life. To not save the good things for later. To allow yourself a little extra flavor, a little extra joy.
You can have good things. You don’t have to wait.
You deserve butter.
Who’s to say, it just might.
So go ahead. Add a little bit of butter… and a lot of extra love.