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*WARNING* Germaphobes may be grossed out by this post. *WARNING*

A few months ago I had a cleaning epiphany. You can clean your butter dish. This may not really be breaking news to some of you, but for me it was huge. Now before you go getting really nauseous and thinking I had a decade worth of mold growing in my butter dish, note that I had only recently acquired said possession. Before I became the proud owner of my little white butter dish we just swiped our knives directly in the spreadable tubs.

Just to keep it real, the part of my table not pictured is a disaster. Must scoot mess for the sake of art. That’s how everyone else cleans, right?

You see, I am so not the health nut type, but I had tried to have more of the foods we purchased be real food. So when I bought butter I wanted the ingredient list to just say, well, butter. Technically butter probably isn’t even considered a food, and it is really the product of combining two or three other real ingredients but you know what I mean. Moving on.

We do most of our grocery shopping at Aldi and the only choice they carried for real ingredient butter was in stick form which wouldn’t have been a problem except I didn’t own a butter dish. Thankfully, before long I was able to win one at an auction we had for our MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group. FYI the group is actually for moms of children baby to kindergarten but more on that another day.

Back to the epiphany, I had just finished using the last remnants of butter in the dish when I looked down and got that ick feeling. You know the one that comes when you see all the greasy smears that are inevitably crumb laden. Then it hit me…this was my moment. There was no butter in the dish, and I could totally just drop it in the sink and get it back to a beautiful shine. A clean shine, not a greasy shine. How had this never occurred to me before?

We had a butter dish in my house growing up and my grandma took good care of things so I’m sure she cleaned it, but I don’t remember ever seeing it actually happen. So there you have it folks. It took me to adulthood to realize I could clean my butter dish. Now every time I finish a stick of butter back to the sink it goes. It’s glorious I tell you, glorious.

Even better, while washing the butter dish I noticed that the bottom said it was microwave safe. Score! Now I can zap a new stick in there for a few seconds to avoid that awful unspreadable factor. Cause who wants a hole in their bread?

In other news, I’m pretty sure I might make it into the Guinness Book of World Records for most times saying butter dish in a post. Yep that last one will definitely make me a shoe-in.

Please tell me I’m not alone. Do you clean your butter dish? Or have you had some other absurd housekeeping aha moment that you can’t believe it took you so long to discover?

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