Dr. B called at 5 PM. "I'm on my way home! Grab the girl, and let's go to the farmers' market!" Unfortunately, she had just gone down for a nap, so when he arrived (he'd had the car all day), he told me to go to the market before it closed at 6. I didn't expect much fresh produce to be left, but picked up some honey, apples, and eggs from the Amish couple, and then headed over to the bakery stand. After a sample, I chose something delicious to bring home.
"I got some bread!" I said, "Chocolate bread with walnuts and golden raisins! AND it has chocolate butter!!!"
"Chocolate butter?" Dr. B said.
He sliced a hunk for each of us, and slathered it thickly with the scrumptious creamy spread.
"Chocolate butter. So pretty much frosting."
"Fine with me," he said, and took a big bite.