all about my mother

There's a moment in every girl's life when she realizes that she is becoming her mother. My moment came this weekend. Standing in the supermarket, holding a pound of butter in my hands, I thought, Hmmm...but is this enough butter? Granted, I was making cupcakes and brownies, but still, what 22 year old girl is buying a pound of butter and wondering if it's not enough? I'm only one girl! I can't even finish a liter of milk in a week (That's right...a LITER. Or dare I say, a litre...dramatic gasp). As soon as the thought past through my head, I started to laugh. Mostly because I thought of my mom around Christmas and how our household singlehandedly sustains the dairy industry. I remember my mom asking me to pick up half a pound of butter at the supermarket, because she was sure that we didn't have enough in the fridge. When I got home, there was nowhere to put the butter I had bought because our fridge was full of...BUTTER! This is not an exagerration. This is a true story, one you should be cautious about trying at home, especially if you have to wear a bathing suit in the near future, or ever. Did any of the butter go bad? Of course not. There were cookies, cakes, bread... Anything and everything that can be made with butter was made, no calories were spared. Shockingly, none of us are grossly obese. One can dream, I suppose. But back to my moment. Not only am I stockpiling butter like my mom, but I'm also making her recipes. And they are deliciousss. Confirmed by my roommate's workplace. And my workplace. And my French class. And my other roommate. And the empty tupperware containers with chocolate cake crumbs...Burp.