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The debate over whether butter should be stored in the refrigerator or left out on the counter centers on convenience versus food safety. Butter is unique due to its high fat content and low water activity, which makes it more resistant to bacterial growth compared to other dairy products. However, when exposed to heat, air, and light, butter can go rancid or develop mold. Refrigerating butter ensures longer shelf life and prevents spoilage,

 

 

 

but it becomes hard and difficult to spread. Many prefer room-temperature butter, especially in temperate climates, where it can remain fresh for several days when kept in a cool, shaded spot. Butter crocks or bells, which create an airtight seal with water,

offer a practical solution for keeping butter soft while preserving freshness. Experts generally agree that small portions of butter can be kept at room temperature for up to a week, but the rest should be refrigerated for long-term storage. Salted butter is more stable at room temperature, and in warm, humid climates,

refrigeration is recommended. Ultimately, the best approach is a balance: keep a small portion on the counter for daily use while storing the bulk in the fridge or freezer to maintain quality and freshness

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