I read that butter used to be buried in Ireland, in the book: The Ins and Outs of Butter. Buried in bogs, hundreds of pounds of butter, aging, rotting, attaining "bite" and ripening.
It's time to take my butter to the next level. That is one of the resolutions I made for 2011--to take my butter to the next level. I will ripen my butter. I will dig a hole into the hard ground and bury my butter and wait. I will be patient.
While I wait, maybe I will make medicated butter. Maybe I will crush pain killers into the heavy whipping cream. Maybe I will market this butter as the spreadable brain soother. Surely, this will take my butter to the next level.
Things are going to move forward much faster this year. I can feel it. I am ripening. I am nestled in a pouch. This pouch is part of a trebuchet. This trebuchet is ready to launch me from its pouch.
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