Posted on 04/12/2024 5:32:53 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Margarine…..
Ugggh.
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MANY years ago we tried margarine. The one that tasted best was *I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter*.
Then I read the label ingredients.
Now, I have a degree in science, but there was stuff on that label that I couldn’t even pronounce. That’s when I decided that buying real butter was one of the luxuries we were going to be able to afford.
My body knows what to do with real food. It doesn’t know what to do with all this processed fake food crap. Aside from fake fats, that includes fake sugar and fake meat.
I am old and remember my grandmother mixing margarine with an orange dye pack…..margarine was white when purchased……this was in the war years.
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A proper grilled cheese needs to be grilled in butter.
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To messy... I just take the real old cheddar out of the fridge and cut a bunch into nice thin slices. Then pop two pieces of bread in the toaster....it’s got to be nice bread like pumpernickel, ciabatta or even a focaccia that is not super fresh. Put the cheese between the toast and press them together.... voila.
What’s margarine? Never heard of it, and it never comes near my kitchen.
Nope, sorry not even close.
I have grilled cheese a LOT, but my favorite is two slices of bread with a slice of Kraft American Cheese (not the individually wrapped ones) on top of each ... put on a cookie sheet and broil until toasty brown and PUFFED up......like 2 miutes....YUM!
Or he’s constipated.
Yay. Cheese shop reference.
AHEM!
And comes in second with healing powers, after Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup!
NOW you’ve done it!
A religious war tomorrow between the Pamists and the Butterists is SURE to occur!
I hope you just slipped and missed the ‘M’.
Bill, an unscrupulous painter, would often dilute his paint when hired to do a job, and pocket the money he’d save.
One day, the local church decided to do some long-awaited maintenance, and hired Bill for the job.
Bill gets to work, and after a good few hours, he’s nearly done - as he stands on his scaffolding to finish off the steeple, he smiles to himself: the paint job looks pretty good, he’s scammed the church out of a few hundred bucks, and he’ll be done before dinner.
Suddenly, thunder ensues, a huge bolt of lightning knocks Bill right off his scaffolding, and the skies open up - and all of Bill’s newly-applied paint washes right off the church.
Bill, a religious man despite his thievery, knows it’s a sign from God. He falls to his knees in a puddle of rainwater and paint, and cries, “Oh God, forgive me! What should I do?”
And amongst the thunder, a booming voice: “REPAINT! REPAINT! AND THIN NO MORE!”
#7 - I love that!
The capybara adds a bit more zest than the chupacabra.
Yup!
Then you ain’t THAT old!
I, myself, used to do it when that was all mom good afford.
Yeah - who needs the hassle?
Who knew the links between certain faiths would have drug the Marginists into the fray?
My favorite is grilled pimento cheese with bacon!
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