I make notes to myself all the time about what to blog about...little notes like "kindle nonsense!" or "Boyfriend everything...WTF?" or "shed" -- then I sift through the notes to decide what to actually yammer about.
Now, today, I have a message to myself I jotted down over the weekend that simply says "Butter," but I have no idea what I wanted to cover.
It could be one of the following:
Thinking about how Ramona Quimby (the first Suicide Girl) eats a stick of butter
with her bare, grubby hands in the book Ramona and Beezus
or maybe
Dude in the new Food and Wine who says butter really isn't bad for you and make
some sort of roasted garlic and butter spread to put on corn-on-the-cob
or
How our newish local brunch joint (called Butter) had people waiting down the
side of the building on Sunday afternoon about 12:30, yay for them, we need to take them some green zebras
or
Marlon Brando shouting "get the butter!" in Last Tango in Paris
or any number of things. None of the above was actually the "butter" thought that I wanted to share. But, hey! Free post!
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