Off the Mark by Mark Parisi for January 07, 2025

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Bleh!

Ì love butter.

My wife can eat butter. I can’t do it.

Batter would be better. That butter may be bitter.

Mine is to eats better cheecken.

This gets butter and butter!

It’s sad that I do that! (-_-)

I am married to a nurse who likes to cook. She can make the good stuff taste good. My issue isn’t with eating too much bad food; it’s with eating too much good food.

Nonetheless, after 53 years of trying, she still can’t do anything to broccoli to make me like it. I’ve tried it prepared just about any way it could be prepared. I re-try it every now and then. I still hate it as much as I did when I was 5. Some scientists claim that the dislike of broccoli is genetic. There’s a gene that causes it.

Un-salted is the worst

Too bad that isn’t butter. Butter never comes in a tub. The nasty, non-melting margarine comes in a tub, he can have MY share! Ick!

Yetch!

would keep things lubed up

Julia Child would approve.

Batter’s better. : )

Spelling matters. It really does.

The sad thing is for a snack the other day I had the same craving and sat down and ate half a box of Saltines with margarine.

Ta Ta Da DAH!

Its really butter!

I’ve read that at state fairs you can buy a stick of deep fried butter.

I can’t believe it’s not poison

everythings better with bluebonnet on it

Lard of the thighs.

Betty Botter bought some buter

But the butter Betty Botter bought was bitter

The bitter butter Betty Botter bought made Betty Botter’s batter bitter

So Betty Botter bought some better butter

Better butter made Betty Botter’s batter better

Or something like that

one letter makes all the difference!

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Better!

I would much rather have natural, organic butter than the plastic goop they call margarine. My dad told stories about the early days of margarine, when it came white with a dye packet to mix in to make it appear like butter. It was apparently a measure of skillful housewifery to be able to mix in the dye without leaving streaks, or pockets of intense color surrounded with white “plastic”. (And this is from a man whose mother baked and cooked with lard…)

…And now I have an intense craving for butter and crackers.

“it’s not nice to fool Mother Nature!”

I just threw up in my mouth

He’ll be dead before he knows it.

that could be me⠄⠄⠄

if it was PEANUT ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ