I've waited a full 18 days since moving to Paris to buy butter... and now I'm making up for lost time. I LOOK for things to put it on.... Baguettes, croissants, crackers. And I'm one step away from eating it by the spoonful (which I really might as well be, if you saw the amount spread on my baguette). It's that good. Maybe it was the way I was raised... I'm not sure (I won't go into those stories right now and taint the beauty of the butter). People may argue that a croissant can't possibly need more butter - (do you know how much is already in the dough?!) and those same people will say that having toast with peanut butter & butter together is disgusting (I once had to listen to a friend explain how gross her x-husband was for doing just that - I was shocked to hear she would think that it was anything but truly divine). And the great thing about butter in Paris is, you can buy any kind and it's amazing. I tested this thought out by buying a fancy butter I stumbled across in a great cheese shop (more about the cheese place at a later date...) and lo and behold I actually liked the supermarket kind better. Go figure. Maybe it's because I'm American. No, but really - it wasn't a true fair comparison because one was salted and the other unsalted (it was how I rationalized buying the second one) and I like unsalted better to begin with.
I found myself the other night eating spoonfuls of rice, butter and a sprinkle of salt. So satisfyingly delicious. Try it the next time you're feeling lost and alone in the world. I swear it helps. Oh, the joy of butter.