so me and my dad and my sister kinda sorta made pancakes Trader Joe’s — ube — pancake mix, to be exact and we used like 50g of butter And so basically my mom hoards/stocks up on groceries when they’re a specific type (such as butter) and so we have approximately 450g of butter (2.5 solid blocks) and she keeps ‘em in the fridge door. (There’s like a compartment with a vertical slide door) and my sister. After cutting and melting the aforementioned cooking 50g of butter, my sister puts back our half block of butter back and DOESN’T CLOSE THE DOOR THINGY (but she swears she did) and so in the middle of post-cooking-cleaning, I’m putting the syrup back in the fridge…AND A WHOLE BLOCK OF UNOPENED KERRYGOLD LIGHTLY SALTED BUTTER COMES RAINING DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS…and lightly taps my ankle. But it did get its corner bent patheticly. ANYWAY my sister goes to use the restroom and I *lightly* twerk at her and then she says, “STAHP TWERKING” “THAS WHAT YOU GET FOR SICCING THE BUTTER ON ME AHAHAH-”
…they were BRIGHT purple The pancakes were good tho
