ButterDish

Oh butter dish I am truly sorry for sacrificing you for a knife to cut up apples. I am going to have to replace you since you are now in thousands of pieces laying in the trash. The story goes like this...Donny is cutting up the ingredients for our sweet dinner tomorrow and I am cutting up fruit for our fruit-kebab and I need a knife. So I go to the knife holder that sits under the counter and tip it just a bit to get the knife out. And next thing you know the butter dish went crashing down right next to Donny and the chicken. Luckily no glass made it to the chicken, unfortunately we have no butter dish.