Frenzy of Butter

Don't miss this article in the NYT's today all about the butter. I completely agree. Kerrygold salted is the best. It's the closest we can get to toast in England. (Collective sigh) The toast is always amazing in England.

And it is weird to me that the article would appear the same day I decided to tread the hallowed ground of shortbread. I had one of those fall-apart days, in which nothing really went right and I only got about three things done on a list of 100's. Anyway, I started my day by finishing up these little buggers for Afton's friends on their last day of school before the holidays. I started them in October but finished them the morning we were handing them out. I then decided to tackle shortbread and when I had a tray in the oven and one in hand, realized I was late for Afton's Christmas "program". The air quotes are to pay homage to the usually mild mannered toddlers who decide upon taking the stage to sing to scream in panic and claw their way off. It's amazing that Jingle Bells can sound like a funeral dirge. Anyway, I missed it. I missed the program. I baked my way through it and barely had enough time to pack up the people packages, the pizza for the potluck and get out the door. The kid, for all my panic, could have cared less. The rest of the day just kind of flopped around. We tried to get a Santa pic at the mall, but after standing in line patiently she would go nowhere near him. We're of the "no pressure little dude" school, so we went to get a pretzel instead. Santa said, "See you next year, kid." Maybe dude. Maybe.

The Shortbread kinda rocks and I'm going to make another round tonight as thumbprints. First I'm going to head into the kitchen and make breakfast for dinner, pan friend potatoes and scrambled eggs. Yum.