Butterbell fail.
Jun. 28th, 2009 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damkiannaMy sister is very talented at quite a number of things; one of these things is pottery. Since this is the Upper Valley, of course there are places around here where you can go to throw pots after work, which she does.
My mother refuses to buy margarine, which I love simply because it is infinitely more spreadable than refrigerated butter.
These things combined equal a lovely ceramic butterbell, made and beautifully glazed by my sister, which has been working pretty well for the past, oh, month or so.
Until this morning, that is, when I lifted the top half out of the bottom half and there was a peculiar extra shplupping noise. I turned it over to find that, yes, indeed, the hemisphere of butter that ought to be in the top half had fallen out, and was now happily bobbing in the water in the bottom half.
Warm butter is, unsurprisingly, pretty hard to fish out of water. :D
My mother refuses to buy margarine, which I love simply because it is infinitely more spreadable than refrigerated butter.
These things combined equal a lovely ceramic butterbell, made and beautifully glazed by my sister, which has been working pretty well for the past, oh, month or so.
Until this morning, that is, when I lifted the top half out of the bottom half and there was a peculiar extra shplupping noise. I turned it over to find that, yes, indeed, the hemisphere of butter that ought to be in the top half had fallen out, and was now happily bobbing in the water in the bottom half.
Warm butter is, unsurprisingly, pretty hard to fish out of water. :D
