Kat Tales

I should be finishing a paper on John Wesley’s theology of the nature of God, but one of my 2010 resolutions was to blog every day. Today is 18 January and I have one post and an insipid one on butter at that, so in continuing my irresponsible procrastination I am blogging in an attempt to keep at least one of my 2010 resolutions. I like to write and for nearly three years I have been consumed by papers on theology–which do pique my interest, but sometimes I need an escape from the weightiness of deep theological ponderings. I used to be in the habit of journaling and carving out time for creative writing, letting my imagination roam untethered, allowing my mind to explore nonsense or reflect on everyday happenings. But as a grad student I have a black hole of deadlines, so I, ever the procrastinator, have lived the past two and a half years from assignment to assignment, wanting ever so much to believe that grades cannot and will not be my motive to do work, but fully knowing that I do need passing grades to receive a degree which will allow me to get a job and enter the adult world. Living from paper to paper, reading to reading is not much of a life unless you have time to digest and reflect, so my hope is that some of what I am learning will work its way into this blog–and of course I hope to continue to write nonsense reflections peculiar to my mind because they do reveal thoughts that I rarely get to share, thoughts probably not proper for a future preacher, but to suppress them is to suppress me and I need an outlet for outlandish musings. So, I plan to write honestly and openly, sharing the many dimensions of me. To writing in the New Year!

Who doesn’t love butter? Be honest. Our contemporary American culture seems to be on a never-ending rollercoaster of fad diets, and sadly butter was bumped off the coaster, condemned as a healthy dieter’s worst enemy. But a few days ago I saw one doctor rescue butter from the nasty, avoid-at-all-costs banned foods list. I don’t remember all the exact reasons healthy dieters should embrace butter once again–I think there was something about natural butter being better than the shelves of butter substitutes. Anyhow, I didn’t really listen to the rest of the report because I happily let myself be consumed by savoring thoughts of warm melted butter on breads and all my favorite veggies. So, salivating I left before the report was over to buy butter. Real butter. No margarine. No half butter, half canola oil, but real butter. Call me Paula Deen because I am beginning to feel an attachment to butter that has made Paula famous. Obviously everything is better in moderation, so  I think welcoming butter back into my diet is not a dangerous thing–maybe if I develop strange habits like eating spoon fulls of butter or slathering butter on my body people should worry about me. (Hmmmm…is body butter made of real butter?) But I’m definitely not to that point. Yet.  Anyhow, I just wanted the world to know that butter is back, so no more buying tubs that say, “I can’t believe it’s not butter!” New fad: real butter in, wannabe substitute butters out.  Go buy your tub and get buttering!