dreams which probably mean nothing

As I was playing snooze-tag this morning, I became convinced that I needed to smoke some butter. I started plotting out how I was going to attach the air hoses from the smoker to the little cardboard box with the butter sticks in it, and how to seal it up, and started worrying about how to keep the butter frozen and the optimal number of sticks per box for airflow and smoke penetration.

Yeah. Dream-induced engineering aside, is woodsmoke-flavored-butter a terrible idea, or a brilliant one?