The New Butter
Last week when I was sick as shit, I ate about six meals in a row that were simply pumpernickel toast with butter (with a side of potato chips and ginger ale).
Toast and butter. The simplest, most straight-forward meal. It’s all I could take. My sense of smell disintegrated with my stuffed-up nose. I needed sustenance, not outrageous taste.
But this week, as I regained taste, I moved away from butter. My slather of choice: avocado.
Gently mashed avocado can pretty much sub in for any slather. I fucking dare you to tell me otherwise.