When I met two new friends today, they were discussing childhood memories of HP Lovecraft-themed sculptures. I asked, much louder & more shrilly than I intended, “Were any of them made of butter?”

After a long silence, one of them replied, as though I should know this, “All of them.”

Perhaps this information was indeed submerged in my brain somewhere. It would explain a recent dream I had so I’m going to pretend that it definitely was, if that’s okay with you.