Margarine is only good for love letters.
I love butter. If I die from a heart attack, it will be a pure 100% butter heart attack. Butter has an honoured place in our home. There are few pleasures greater than freshly popped popcorn drizzled in butter, hot toast with a sliver of butter and melt in your mouth baking - made with butter.
Which brings me back to margarine.
Early in our married life when we merged our households I bought margarine. (I was very young when we first married) Every morning I would have toast with margarine. Every morning I dug my knife into the margarine. Every morning I noticed that the margarine was nice and smooth again. Unbeknownst to me, my husband would lovingly smooth the margarine that I had ruthlessly hacked.
Not to be out done, I started smoothing out the margarine and leaving loving messages written on the top. It was a great system for newly weds.
We've hit a snag.
I haven't bought margarine in years and I miss sending those love letters. Butter isn't working because, well it's a lot harder to smooth out and frankly too small. Our 20th anniversary is closing in on us and my arsenal is empty.
I need a new system... before I'm left trying to scribe with Bengay and Metamucil.