Pass the Lipitor

I'm a trifle troubled.

A little while ago, I found myself peckish for something other than the cheese-on-crackers-with-onion/garlic marmalade (from The Garlic Farm, ooooh, it's delicious) sandwiches that I've been suppering on this evening. And, nay, I'm not stoned.

Realizing that, clearly, more carbs were the order of the day, I popped a slice of bread into the toaster. As you do.

Here's what troubles me ... it seems we have no butter.

But it's not the fact that I had to spread peanut butter on my toast that has me churning.

No, indeed it is not.

It's the fact that one week ago, I know I bought about three pounds (that's what in the UK, 1.5 kg?) of butter prior to cooking my Thanksgiving meal. And I'm fairly certain we already had some before I went shopping.

So, unless there is a dairy desperado philandering in my fridge ... someone's gone through an artery clogging consignment of creamy comfort in the past few days.

Oh well, at least there's still some ice cream in the freezer, and if nothing else, I'm sure he will be proud.