I had soup for dinner tonight; homemade chicken noodle. I had bread too (since I am cheating on Whole30 today.) With bread comes butter of course, because I am not a monster.
I had my spoon, for the soup, but used it to cut into the butter as well so I could spread it on my baguette. The backside, not the spoon side. I don’t want my butter to be chicken noodle soup flavored.
*Cue Christopher poking fun and my resourcefulness. He calls it lazy. Like I couldn’t go get a knife… This turned into a conversation about how resourceful I always am. Here’s a list to prove it.
Things I have stirred my coffee with; a sort of comprehensive list:
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