So my roommate INSISTS on leaving the butter out on the counter because “that’s how we’ve always done it.” No lid. No butter dish. Just… vibes.
Every time I walk into the kitchen, there it is — soft, shiny, and judging me. I open the fridge and wonder why we even have one if dairy is living rent-free on the counter. I’ve Googled it (yes, I did), I’ve asked other people, I’ve even tried the polite “hey maybe we should refrigerate it?” approach. Nope. Tradition wins.
And the worst part? I kind of get it. Spreadable butter is nice. REALLY nice. Toast-ready. No torn bread. No rage spreading. But my brain still whispers, “Is this safe? Is this a science experiment? Am I being dramatic?”
Now every breakfast feels like a moral dilemma. Do I use the butter and accept the counter life… or do I grab the cold brick from the fridge and fight it like a caveman?
Please tell me I’m not the only one living with someone who treats food safety like a family heirloom 😂
Team Counter Butter or Team Fridge Butter — choose your side 🧈👇
