Review on Sweese Porcelain Butter Perfect Turquoise by Shawn Sims

I know. Let's start with how I got the idea that I *need* an oil can. A word. "The Hangover". Well, I've had cats my whole life, and now I have a cat in my house for the first time, which suggests the counter is *his* domain. It's a little frustrating knowing he knows I don't want him there. But he does it anyway. I set all the traps. I have a motion activated camera in the kitchen. It has a speaker on it. If I'm not at home and the camera comes on, I'll scream into the loudspeaker. This is when I'm home. That's where problems arise. Lucky ate one of my best $30 steaks the other day. To say I'm upset would be a gross understatement. I decided to tackle the problems I could solve, and one of them was a bowl of butter. For a long time I only used one plate. It wasn't a problem. But when Lucky moved in with me, I regularly noticed traces of cat's tongue in my oil. So I got a butter dish. The reason I didn't want to buy it is the horrible memories of Tupperware cymbals that were common in my childhood. The ones we had to open with a butter knife and since I usually keep my butter at room temperature I usually had to wipe down the walls and surfaces after opening. I was pleasantly surprised by this. I love the little handle on the top that makes it easy to open and close, and the lid fits the base perfectly. I have no complaints. Honestly, I'll probably order another one. The first was cream. My next one will most likely be black. So I have an oiler if there is one in the dishwasher.