Saturday, May 6, 2017


As another Blue Bonnet commercial* from the time said: "En bread, en coo-King, no dif-fer-rance!"

Yet there was a difference, at the molecular level. Margarines were made from vegetable oils -- "hardened" by hydrogenation using catalysts which created trans-fats. You just can't say a bad word about trans these days unless you're a fat.
*I have been unable to find that commercial to strengthen my point.


chickelit said...

These commercials were important to me growing up. I learned to mimic many foreign accents that way. For the French, Robert Clary (La Beau in Hogan's Heroes), Jacques Cousteau, and Maurice Chevalier were beloved. When it came time to learn foreign languages, an insightful teacher told me "just speak it with the accent."


chickelit said...

I mean, how are you going to get your mouth around sounding French if you can't sound like Maurice Chevalier?

Trooper York said...

I agree with you but if you use a Maurice Chevalier accent you might be subject to Megan's law. Just sayn'

Trooper York said...

Of course everything tastes better with Blue Bonnet on it. Just sayn'

Chip Ahoy said...

Si, savvo.

They help familiarize you with their phonemes and allophones and helped train your mouth to say them.

And we see that this is a task that your child-self took up. A real authentic task although it seemed like you were just fucking around. Wait. I meant to say "play" just now. A task that pleased you and stuck. Cheers to your childhood self, the task taker upper.

Because now the slightest breeze makes my whole body sieze and the birds and trees twitter, "Jeeze, what's with the accents all over the place down there?." My voice changed! And now every little beat by speaking as I please seems to repeat when I felt Japanese.

See? For example, conversely, those little Japanese kids did not pick up the mouth-training task that your childhood self did cheerfully take up. And now they cannot enunciate the words in our language that they speak very well otherwise. And that forces us to make fun of them in song and dance and parody such as "I'm so ronree" which, oddly, is still funny, I don't care who ya are.

Chip Ahoy said...

The little store across the street never has butter but does have Blue Bonnet, and it is the worst.

I bought it one time in error.

It's just one of those things where you shrug your shoulders and go, "Whatchagonnado-widit?"


Because olive oil would be better in all cases.

Except one time a woman gave me tortillas that were yellow. And I puzzled over this yellow color for a long time. And they were good tortillas too. I concluded it must be something like this.

For all that is good and glorious and given to you in this world, for God's sake, use butter.

It's not like you eat it by the stick like Barry did.

Trooper York said...

I have been having lots of trouble with butter these days.

You see the wife can't have butter or any dairy from the cow. Personally I love Kerry Gold Irish butter and dole it out with a heavy hand.

Luckily I have found Meyenberg Goat Milk Butter which the wife says tastes every bit as good as regular cow butter. Now she can have a piece of gluten free toast with butter and she is very happy.

Trooper York said...

I use olive oil exclusively in cooking. For everything.

Trooper York said...

It takes me pack to the way my grandma cooked. She used olive oil for everything. Even pancakes!

chickelit said...

She used olive oil for everything. Even pancakes!

Even popcorn?

OTOH, if she was real "Old World" she would have never touched "popcorn."

ndspinelli said...

I use a mixture of canola and olive oil when I want to use higher heat. Popcorn, pizza fritta, are two foods I cook w/ that mixture.

Trooper York said...

My grandma never ate pop corn. We had candied apples and figs and prunes. Apples and plums. And watermelon. Lots and lots of watermelon. But no chips or popcorn or cheese doodles. That was American.

chickelit said...

Old World Europeons considered maize (corn) to be fit only as feed for animals. I will never forget my uncle marrying a Parisienne in the late 60's (my mother had the wedding in our tiny house). Her parents came over and saw us little cheeseheads munching corn-on-the-cob. Sacré bleu!

chickelit said...

But no chips or popcorn or cheese doodles. That was American.

What about Hostess Cherry Pies?

chickelit said...

Brando: Butter!

Schneider: Pourquoi?

Brando: Butter!!

Schneider: Perché?

Bertolucci: Butt 'er!