Being Butter

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Research Article| August 01 2023 Being Butter Jo Podvin Jo Podvin Jo Podvin lives in Oakland, California, on the Ring of Fire. jopodvin@gmail.com Search for other works by this author on: This Site PubMed Google Scholar jopodvin@gmail.com Gastronomica (2023) 23 (3): 85–89. https://doi.org/10.1525/gfc.2023.23.3.85 Views Icon Views Article contents Figures & tables Video Audio Supplementary Data Peer Review Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Email Tools Icon Tools Get Permissions Cite Icon Cite Search Site Citation Jo Podvin; Being Butter. Gastronomica 1 August 2023; 23 (3): 85–89. doi: https://doi.org/10.1525/gfc.2023.23.3.85 Download citation file: Ris (Zotero) Reference Manager EasyBib Bookends Mendeley Papers EndNote RefWorks BibTex toolbar search Search Dropdown Menu toolbar search search input Search input auto suggest filter your search All ContentGastronomica Search I was a follower of Krishna, the Buttery Blue One, long before I heard his name. Once my short arms could reach all the way to the butter compartment in the refrigerator door, my family would find little toothmarks, claw marks, in the resident cubes. Neither underfed nor suffering from an eating disorder, I was simply helping myself to unbridled unctuous delight, found fortuitously close at hand. A step beyond wanting my bread buttered on both sides, this rogue partaking was an unabashed foray into pure sensation. Krishna ran with butter in his hands, stuffed into his mouth, smeared on his face. No wonder the ardent gopis, those devotional female cowherds, couldn’t stay away from him. Num-num-num-num-num. Hot buttered pursuit. Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit. Please. Butter came out of Africa (like the rest of us). It’s surmised that 10,000 years ago some fortunate nomadic... You do not currently have access to this content.