Not how I usually spend my time.

[dickens]

I spent a surprising amount of time this evening cutting butter into 8 oz chunks to store in the freezer. This is all my brother's fault.

See, my brother works for a dairy. They make cheese. They don't make butter. So why is it his fault?

There was a conference, and a silent auction, and he bid on a 20 lb cube of Hope Creamery butter ("it's the best butter" said the dormouse...) and he won. It looked like a mini-borg-cube.

Last Thursday, I agreed to take not quite a 1/3 of the butter home with me. And tonight I nearly killed my hands hacking through it. (No, a hot knife really doesn't go through THAT much butter that easily.)

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As Rachel and I tried to figure out how to cut a chunk off the cube, Ben remembered that he'd planned to bring the wire thingy they cut cheese with home for that very purpose.

I doubt floss would have been strong enough, and I didn't have any that wasn't mint flavored... :)