My daughter Elisabeth, a little teensy thing who only weighs about 30 pounds, just ate half a stick of butter.
I found the empty butter dish on the kitchen counter and subsequently the remains of a stick - smeared on the living room couch, of course.
I had just made some egg bread in the bread machine (haven't used it for years, finally got it back out and cranked it up today) and I guess Elisabeth liked the warm bread and butter I gave her, except she apparently liked the butter part the best.
The bread turned out tasting great, but the crust is pretty hard and the texture is coarse (does that means it rose too fast?). I did somehow manage to stuff quite a bit down myself, despite the technical drawbacks. Like mother, like daughter.