Today’s post comes flying across the waters from my favorite guest blogger, Carey. Carey and her family currently live in Cork, Ireland.
Hi, All! I’ve really had quite the adventure while living in Ireland over the past few years. The latest discovery is more about myself and how Ireland has affected me. Here is my discovery/confession- I am a butter snob! Yes I said it; Butter Snob! It is official. Butter Snob Butter Snob Butter Snob!
I didn’t grow up eating butter, it was a rare treat. It was, after all, the age of margarine. I’ve been able to travel home to the States a few times and have tasted butter now that I am grown. Wow! There is no comparison! I was first taken aback by the color of American butter- it’s almost white, while Irish butter is a lovely warm yellow. Then there is the texture- American is a bit… well, I couldn’t eat it. So let me tell you about the Irish butter, its texture is smooth and creamy. It’s not heavy but nice like Big Bird’s feathers would be if you hugged him. 🙂 The taste… oh really, just gloriously buttery. It’s what butter should taste like.
I think part of the reason is they are grass fed cows and the grass is always -and I mean always- a shade of green. In some areas the cows outnumber the people 4 to 1.
Here is another confession- my 1st year of living here on the Emerald Isle, I ate my weight in butter! The fantastic bread here was just a tool and an excuse to eat butter. 🙂 The way the Dad on A Christmas Story felt about his leg lamp? That’s how I feel about Irish butter, oh glorious butter!
Now don’t think I am slagging all things American. I love America! I am American and proud of it but this tiny green island has us beat in the butter catagory.
Just a side note: one pound of store brand butter is about 3.25 but I was so excited I got the butter pictured for 1euro! that is about $1.50. Best deal in Ireland I have found so far.