Ryan made us a couple of loaves of homemade bread this weekend, and they taste amazing. He tried a new recipe from a Julia Child cookbook I got for Christmas (thanks aunt Dana!), and I'm not the least bit upset he's the first one to use it. I'm a huge fan of homemade bread for lots of reasons, but one of the top reasons is butter. I love butter ladies and gentlemen, a lot. I was totally one of those kids who would eat butter all by itself, and to this day I'm tempted but the yellow deliciousness. This is probably why French cooking appeals to me so much, and why Paula Deen holds a special place in my heart.
Butter has magical qualities; it transforms bland dishes, tenderizes, sweetens, enriches. Butter transcends sweet, and savory. Butter brings up memories from childhood, and warms the soul. Butter is good no matter how you fix it. Except for maybe fried butter...still not sure about that one. One of my favorite quotes from the Little Women movie comes from a young Amy when she exclaims: "Butter! Oh isn’t butter divinity? Oh God thank you for this breakfast!" I feel like that every morning when I make my toast. Butter = Divinity. big kiss, bekuh