Butter was on sale at the grocery superstore the other night. We bought a case.
This evening, Adam was in the kitchen. I can only guess that he was pruning the fridge and freezer of ripe snackfoods so they might produce a more robust harvest in the future. As he headed off to bed, he stuck his head into the living room and asked me if I was aware we had as much butter in our freezer (by weight) as our daughter.
Nothing like 36 pounds of butter to make you feel well stocked.