The Same Without A Gun

Tonight, Pete reclined with his feet up and eyes closed while I tried out making compound butter without him. I had questions.

Tata: What if the butter's too cold to combine smoothly?
Pete: Turn up the speed.

A minute later.

Tata: The mixer and I have had a disagreement.
Pete: What's all down the front of you?
Tata: Dill and lime juice. I smell tangy and floral!

A minute later.

Tata: Get up and come taste the compound butter!
Pete: I don't like dill.
Tata: Is it balanced or what?
Pete: It is! Want me to wrap it up?
Tata: Sure. I don't know whether to wash the bowl or scrape it and moisturize.

Cosmetic issues aside, the butter is refreshing and I'm shocked. I thought it would be harder to do but it just isn't. Plus: since everyone else in the whole world seems to know this already, you've stuck zillions of wildly exciting recipes all over the intertoobz. Clever you! I can't wait to sample your handiwork.