I like simple pleasures, like butter in my ass and vacation meals with no determined end point. That's just me. That's just something that I enjoy. Call me crazy, call me a pervert.
I went straight to the butter section of the blog b/c I would commit horrible crimes rn if I could get my fave Parisian sandwich: A baguette slathered with pork rillette, cornichons, and, crucially, a metric fuckton of good butter. Is rich butter + richer rillette overkill? Yes. Yes, it is. idc idc
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