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Re: mneme
Thank you, mneme. I've never heard of the butter on cats' paws when moving house. It sounds very intriguing; I must look it up.
posted by
johnmacnab
on June 2, 2008 at 8:47 PM
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hi johnmacnab - this is a lovely story.. have you told your granddaughter the one about putting butter on a cat's paws when you move house? I tried it once.. the result was butter flicked all over the place. He didn't get lost though.
posted by
mneme
on June 2, 2008 at 3:46 PM
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Whacky
I didn't think of that Whacky. I may try it this morning, but it sounds yucky to me.
posted by
johnmacnab
on May 30, 2008 at 4:39 AM
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That's one smart kid. Now I'm gonna try my tost that way!
A rose
and a smile
from me! =^. .^= Bo too!
posted by
Whacky
on May 29, 2008 at 7:35 PM
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TAPS
Mischievous TAPS? Yes. Darling? I don't think so. Did I ever tell you my parents were going to name me PITA, but I talked them out of it?
posted by
johnmacnab
on May 27, 2008 at 5:54 PM
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Sira890
Good luck Sira; you might find the taste overwhelming at first. Stick with it. On my granddaughter's behalf, I blushingly accept your compliment.
posted by
johnmacnab
on May 27, 2008 at 5:43 PM
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Johnmacnab, I'll just bet you were a darling, mischievous little five year old.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 27, 2008 at 5:28 PM
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sam444
But then as far as youth is concerned, old people don't know anything anyway. She is precious; thanks sam.
posted by
johnmacnab
on May 27, 2008 at 2:51 PM
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Mac
I've never had real, fresh-churned butter--I'm a city kid, and I was born well after the "olden days" when real butter was still common. But after reading this post, I'm heading out to find some.
Buttery goodness aside, your granddaughter is one special kid!
posted by
Sira890
on May 27, 2008 at 9:58 AM
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Really silly papa, just too precious! I love the things that excite youth. I also liked how she presumed that you just didn't have a clue as to the real way to eat marge. Bring on more she is a delight! sam
posted by
sam444
on May 27, 2008 at 8:16 AM
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majroj
We didn't have any snakes, majroj. Weren't you the lucky one? The only problem with having the butter on the downside and gluing the crumbs together is - how do you put the toast back down without losing all the butter. Another thing, you couldn't 'accidentally' put your toast down on a chair arm and expect to still have butter on it.
posted by
johnmacnab
on May 27, 2008 at 5:23 AM
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Pat_B
Isn't it glorious? After my first taste of butter from a friendly farmer, I was hooked, and I turned my nose up at margarine after that. Unfortunately, marge was all there was most of the time.
posted by
johnmacnab
on May 27, 2008 at 5:19 AM
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TAPS
That's a wonderful story, TAPS. Nothing like that ever happened to me - as far as I remember.
posted by
johnmacnab
on May 27, 2008 at 5:16 AM
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Azur
This wouldn't surprise me, Azur.
posted by
johnmacnab
on May 27, 2008 at 5:12 AM
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Watched my sister churn. I prefered shooting snakes
I wonder..if the butter glues the crumbs onto the under layer to prevent crumbs in your lap, too?
posted by
majroj
on May 26, 2008 at 5:57 PM
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I completely agree with her about the flavor of butter.
It's perfection. And if it's real butter, unsalted, you can put a dab of it on your tongue and catch a twinge of the rich sour cream it's made from. We used marge at home, real butter was too "spendy." But the year I stayed on the farm I learned to churn and loved the taste of fresh butter on Aunt Ethel's old fashioned oatmeal. No sugar needed. Amazing how they know what they're doing at such an early age...
posted by
Pat_B
on May 26, 2008 at 3:17 PM
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How cute. I will never forget when I was five and in kindergarten that we sat in a circle and passed around a jar of cream that we all took turns shaking until it turned to yellow butter. Then the teacher put a glob on a cracker for each of us. It was the most wonderful thing I had ever tasted up to that point. That was the days of the lard-like margerine in a bag with a round dot of yellow coloring that you had to mash it around until it was mixed.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 26, 2008 at 2:25 PM
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Maybe she's seen the advert that says:
the taste buds are on the top of your tongue
posted by
Azur
on May 26, 2008 at 1:57 PM
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