One morning, while in grad school, I awoke to the sound of my sweet little dog puking. Awesome.
Next thing, I’m leaping out of bed and putting her outside. Then turning to my roommate (Hi, Heather!) and trying to figure out why Jackie-O was sick while I’m cleaning out a rag at the sink. She says, “Oh no, Mary!” And I turn around to see my roomie holding our completely clean glass butter dish in her hands. “Um, I put a new stick in this last night!”, she says.
So, somehow over the course of the evening, Jackie-O had jumped on the table and ate ALL the butter from the butter dish.
This then lead to a long discussion between my boyfriend and I as to why I had a butter dish on the table in the first place. Turns out, lots of people think this is gross and it should be refrigerated. Well, I grew up in an household where it wasn’t. I think this was because, with a house that had six mouths to feed, the butter never had time to go bad.
Well, now with only two PEOPLE in my household the butter doesn’t get used fast enough. So this leads me to the amazing French Butter Dish (a.k.a. The Butter Bell)! I want one. Here’s how it works: You place about a half inch of water in the bottom of the dish. Then the lid has a built in container of sorts and you place your butter in there. Through the magic of science and French awesomeness, your butter stays soft and fresh. Here are some of the ones I’m leaning toward.
I love this one because it matches my current Le Creuset Dutch Oven.
Then there are these from Etsy. Love both of them!
I love, love, love the simple white design of this.
Oh that blue. Love the blue.
There is of course an official Butter Bell store, but I’m not a huge fan of their designs.
I’ll keep you posted on which one I buy (eventually) and how well it works. Until then, go eat some butter!