Betterbutterblog. Better butter.
Am I making better butter now than I was way back when I started the BBB? I don't know. It's probably a question I should put some thought into. I guess it's hard because I enjoy all my butters so much, even the disappointing ones. They have something to teach too, you know? If you've never faced adversity, how will you handle it when it finally comes? That's why I'm almost happy when a butter comes out a little screwed up, like when I made Bourbon Mint Butter last week. I was a little embarrassed, which is why I haven't said anything about it until now. But I wasn't upset. I was glad I tried.
Too much bourbon, I guess. It didn't blend.
Homes once told me that as a young man, he used to sit around and wait for exciting things to happen. He said he would just sit in his room and imagine doing fun things with fun people, expecting at any moment that somebody would knock on the door and say, come on Homes, let's go, get on my motorcycle. Then, when nothing happened, when nobody showed up, he would get angry and go out by himself and do terrible, destructive things. It was an endless cycle, Curt, he said. It's why I'm here, Curt, he said, referring to prison.
He said Curt, you have to engage the world, you have to go to it. Great things are out there but they don't come and find you, you have to find them, he said.
Now I'm old, he said, and I'm in here, and I guess I'm not so concerned with finding those great things. I burned my bulb out real fast, 120 watts, he said.
I just remembered him telling me all that, just now.
Better butter. Is it a means or an end?
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