The older I get the more I realize how outdated I am. Those who were children in the 1940s remember the triumph of margarine. It was often our job, after all, to turn the white, lard like stuff into something resembling butter. They called it Victory Spread. “You got a little capsule that you broke that had yellow coloring. Many war-era kids had never heard of margarine, a.k.a. oleo, before the war, and we grew up believing it was invented in response to wartime shortages and rationing of butter. In fact, the bogus butter had already been around for three-quarters of a century. I still remember the feeling of that yellow goo between my fingers as I created this concoction that we would spread on toast.
The other day I was at the store to get groceries for my wife. Next to the butter was a product called, “I can’t believe it’s not butter.” I may be old, but my WW2 days, as a child, taught me the difference between real and bogus butter.
I’m going on 18 years here at Bread of Life. In the past two years we have made great progress and have moved forward, from what I might call the margarine years, to what I would now call the butter years.