At the farmers' market, I bought several ripe butter fruits to make guacamole.

She dried the cheese in butter muslin before aging it on the wooden shelves.

At the mountain lodge, they offered butter teas to guests who had trekked all day.

After a long day of trekking in the Himalayas, we warmed ourselves with cups of butter tea.

I spread cookie butter on my toast every morning because its caramelized spice flavor reminds me of fall.

She pressed the fragile butter flower between the pages of her diary, keeping the old name for the small yellow bloom in her thoughts.

She wrapped the newborn in a soft butter-muslin cloth that had been passed down through generations.

At the brunch buffet, the server used butter curlers to create elegant swirls for each guest's toast.

In the meadow, the butter flowers swayed gently in the summer breeze.

Farmers planted butter trees along the river to experiment with a new dairy crop.