butter.

Sometimes when you live in Utah, you get asked to make butter from whipping cream in a jar, and agree to prance around in frumpy pioneer clothing.

Then you spend the whole next day staring at said butter in your fridge and trying to negotiate any and all reasonable things to eat it on because it is that delicious. And because you don't want to be that freak that eats butter straight out of a jar with a spoon.

I gotta get out of here.