For the past two days, I’ve been thinking about one thing, and one thing only: goat’s milk butter. I kid you not (get it? Kid? Ha food puns!).
In the middle of last night, I woke up with visions of goat’s milk butter racing through my mind, and an overwhelming urge to go upstairs at 4 am, break out a cube, and dig in. And even after telling myself over and over “Kelsey, go back to sleep. Stop thinking about butter,” the idea of spreading some over just warmed La Brea bread wouldn’t get out of my head. That’s not even true. I wasn’t even thinking about spreading it on bread. I just wanted to eat it by itself…what’s become of me?…continue reading