I should first explain that I went 30-plus years with a severe reaction to butter and chocolate. ONLY butter and chocolate. I know, I know … it makes no sense. For 30-plus years, I have had to be ridiculously careful, because even minute amounts wreaked havoc. When my thyroid was fixed, this went away.
Buttered potatoes, and stuffing with butter. Slather that nut bread (my heart is aflutter!).
No need to ask “is there butter in this?” Now I can happily fill up my dish.
But now that selecting what goes on my plate no longer concerns me, we can’t congregate.