Addie
Chef Extraordinaire
Here, here, Addie.
I can't remember when I last bought "marge" and we never ate it on bread when I was a little girl despite being on the tail-end of post-war rationing. "Marge" was reserved for baking (usually "Stork" margarine which was marketed in the '50s and '60s as having 10% butter in it) as it was supposed to make the best cakes (more advertising hype even back then).
I almost always bake with butter now as the flavour is better than margarine. Let's face it cake isn't the most healthy food in the world anyway but a little isn't going to kill us on the spot.
When I was very little and I banged my head a little dab of butter was rubbed on the sore part by Grandma - I was convinced that it made me feel better. Even worse was my Aunt who soothed all upsets, whether physical or emotional, with the corner cut off a "tin" loaf of bread and slathered with butter and dipped in sugar! I should be dead but I'm 67 and, in my doctor's words, "disgustingly healthy!
Thank you.
I have to have checkups every six months with the health plan I am on. We always get the results of all the tests sent to us via computer. It is a program for those who have a computer at home, called My Chart. I print out the results of the last batch when I go for my next checkup. And I ask questions. It seems that since I lost all the weight, my numbers are right at Excellent to a bit lower. And it not because I changed my diet any. I still love the fat on a good steak. And butter, Glorious Butter, is a food from the gods. If I didn't realize that it is a very stupid idea, I would take a stick of butter and put a popsicle stick in one end. A stick each day.
My doctor tells me he is not sure what I am doing right other than the weight loss, but keep doing it. The only difference is do to lack of hard physical movement, my appetite has diminished drastically. I was using salad plates before. Now I use a smaller sandwich plate for my meals. But I always have to have butter.