Thanksgiving got me full. Full of thinking and full of food.
Just think, last year at this time, the BetterButterBlog didn't exist. In fact, I remember that at last year's Thanksgiving dinner, I felt that I needed to do something, I was meant to do something. And that something was this blog. Over mashed potatoes and green beans, over Dad's scowling and my sister's concerns, there was the BetterButterBlog. The 3 B's.
At this year's dinner, there was something else. I can't quite describe what it was, but it was something and I'm sure it'll make sense soon. Maybe it's the Homesteading Club. Or maybe it's time for me to really take butter to the next level, whatever that level may be...
It's a scary time. But all times are scary. Or, at least that's what it seems like.
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