It’s been said that Boris Yeltsin realized that the USSR had failed as an economic system after visiting a supermarket in Houston and seeing how much more good, cheap food was available to the average American than their counterpart in Russia. The Americans didn’t even have to wait in lines! Yeltsin apparently just roamed around the aisles, looking at all the food and considering his life choices. Just as Yeltsin sunk into a deep despair after his shopping experience, so too have I began to reevaluate my li
I was hanging out with a foodie friend in his kitchen (natch). He pulled what looked like a wad of c4 and/or lard out of his refrigerator. He grabbed a fancy knife looking thing, one of those planar knives that’s mostly just a blade and was probably originally meant to parcel out designer drugs. After sizing up a piece of bread, he cut a quarter inch thick slice of butter that covered the entire bread slice and told me to eat it. He knew better than to say try this, because you can’t just try Amish Butter,
Amish Butter is perhaps the only food I’ve eaten that has immediately changed my diet. It comes in two pound hunks that are surprisingly cheap. It’s got a heft to it that demands respect. I’ve refused to use a regular butter knife when slicing it out, alternating between reaching to the back of the drawer for a small sharp knife for precision slicing and a fork when I don’t feel like wasting the time to try and find the proper utensil. It doesn’t seem right to use a regular butter knife, because Amish Butte