My husband, Braden, insists butter belongs on the counter. “That’s how Grandma Selma did it,” he says. But seeing it melt into a shiny puddle in our warm kitchen always made me uneasy. When I asked if he’d left it out again, he simply replied, “Of course. Grandma Selma always did.” Unsure, I texted my…
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