"jmcquown" > wrote in message
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> On 11/25/2013 1:59 PM, Ed Pawlowski wrote:
>> On 11/25/2013 1:47 PM, jmcquown wrote:
>>> Where I live they have a private listserv. Antiquated email for
>>> residents. This struck me as funny.
>>>
>>> I just got an email that says, "Help! I need 1 stick of margarine. Will
>>> trade for 1 stick of butter."
>>>
>>> As my subject line states, we've got no idea *why* she desperately needs
>>> a stick of margarine. LOL
>>>
>>> Anyone care to speculate? Maybe she doesn't want to vary an old family
>>> recipe. It sounds like an odd request to me. I can't think of a reason
>>> to swap a stick of butter for a stick of margarine.
>>>
>>> Jill
>>
>> My guess is what you said, recipe calls for margarine. Maybe some baking
>> would be a little different if the shortening is changed.
>>
>> Surely can't be for eating, but I've heard some people say they prefer
>> margarine over butter.
>
> Turns out to be exactly that... the recipe for perogie (sp?) dough called
> for margarine. She was afraid she'd mess it up if she used butter. At
> any rate, she got five offers of margarine so someone is still buying it.
>
> I grew up with margarine. Mom made a point of telling us on holidays it
> was *real butter* we were spreading on our holiday dinner rolls. Of
> course she always forgot to set the timer, so it became a source of family
> fun. Mom burned the rolls again! But we get real butter! LOL

We got the burned rolls too but no butter. My mom always bought the brown
and serve rolls. She was very impressed by those but I'm not sure why. She
finally quit buying them when she realized that nobody really liked them.
She didn't even eat them herself! And we only did because we were hungry
and the infamous turkey roll in foil pan (light and dark meat with giblet
gravy) wasn't very appealing. She would put half of the rolls in the oven
and take them out when the timer rang. Then she would put the rest in there
and forget about them until somebody wanted one. Oops! Burned!

The other family tradition was making a Jell-O salad and forgetting about
it. Her favorite one was a layer of lime Jell-O with pineapple or pears in
it topped by another layer of lemon that had cream cheese or more likely,
cottage cheese whipped into it. Served in squares so we could marvel at its
glory. Every year she forgot to put it on the table. And every year, we
failed to remind her of it.

Until the year that she just decided never to make it again. And then we
would remind her. Any Jell-O lurking in there? And she would fume.