Tuesday, April 29, 2014


A few days ago, I decided to make a change in my kitchen. I moved the butter. If this sounds like an inconsequential decision to you, then it's likely you don't love butter or consume it at the same rate as does the Pierson family. Upon choosing this move, I realized it might bring about many questions (you know, such as, "Where the heck's the butter???), which could, in turn, start to be rather annoying to me. Behold my brilliant resolution to this potential problem....

This morning I woke up, perused Pinterest while enjoying a cup of tea, and thought, "Perhaps a piece of toast would be lovely."  So I headed to the kitchen, opening the cupboard that is now home to our butter dish, and what did I see?  Not the butter!  Instead, I saw a note. One note led to another and another and another. It was a quest. Brought to me by my oldest, who apparently stayed up quite late devising a scheme to bring consternation to his mother's morning. In truth, it was a funny start to my day. I love that goofball.

I did, eventually, find the butter. So all is well.

Here are the notes...

1 comment:

  1. Love it! I would hunt long and hard for that sweet nectar of the gods--butter!