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Im really fond of dairylea on toast, this morning i thought 'what the hell, live on the edge' so used butter then dairylea on top. Spoiled it, yuk :yh_sick

Thats what you get for 'livin on the edge folks'

McDonalds has little pats of butter (okay, margarine) in little plastic packs. Ask for them. They're pretty good with fries.

magenta flame;648226 wrote: you have margerine with fries ? Okay I'm up for a flame here because that is just sick!
I saw it the first time in a Japanese bar. They served thick-sliced fried potatoes with a big pat of butter right in the middle. It was free, like we serve a small bowl of peanuts or something. Two or three firsts for me all at once!

magenta flame;648226 wrote: you have margerine with fries ? Okay I'm up for a flame here because that is just sick!
Yeah, but not as sick as sleeping with your sister

Accountable;648237 wrote: I saw it the first time in a Japanese bar. They served thick-sliced fried potatoes with a big pat of butter right in the middle. It was free, like we serve a small bowl of peanuts or something. Two or three firsts for me all at once!


We call them 'frittars or fritters' usually served in 2 slices of buttered bread. :-6

Bumping this right up next to the cheese.

I dont know if we've clarified <---;) whether the butter in question is salted or unsalted.

Makes a world of difference.

Nomie where ever you go this thread follows.. :p

I actually switch from Margarine to Butter after reading the ingredients on Margarine. I prefer Salt free Butter, no particular reason just like the taste better I guess..

[QUOTE]I dont know if we've clarified [/QUOTE]

I refrigerate it

Should you refrigerate this kind of butter?

I dunno, YZGI but it sure is nice to pop in and see this thread title

again...



:-6:-6

valerie;710201 wrote: I dunno, YZGI but it sure is nice to pop in and see this thread title

again...



:-6:-6
:wah:I thought so too.

Over 22,000 views!! We're NUTS!!



:wah:

YZGI;710172 wrote: Should you refrigerate this kind of butter?






Is that real?

I want that

NotToday;710334 wrote: Is that real?


I have never seen any of that. but there is a lot I have not seen.. I have seen spray butter in a pressure can. at least butter flavor. Not sure if it is the real stuff.

yup yup yup

OMG!

Butter didn't used to have to be refigerated because people hadn't heard of all the bacteria that can get on these kinds of foods. Personally I don't think butter on bread isn't even good unless it's at room temperature, and no microwave either, has got to be gently softened at room temp (just shut me up at any time--yack yack). Actually not really I eat the most horrendous foods most days.

Well here is what you do you keep it fresh. Like someone said keep it in a butter dish on the counter. Well you make your butter fresh everyday in a butter churn. You could shake cream in a jar as well (I think, not too sure on this, you'd have to ask a dairy farmer :-3)

I think the same could be said for peanut butter. I don't like to refigerate mine because it's not spreadable anymore when cold. But the jar says to refigerate. I'd like to just have a peanut butter grinder in the house :wah:.

Erin

devist8me;168310 wrote: I don't. Stays in a decorative covered butter dish next to the stove. Is it margarin or real butter? If real butter, does it ever get rancid?

I love the butter thread!

Anybody up for a butter bump? :guitarist

Things that go butter bump in the night.. I'll join you in that, Accountable. Nothing like a little bit of living dangerously. That said, we butter both now get the heck outtttta here!!!!

:sneaky:

Accountable;714752 wrote: Anybody up for a butter bump? :guitarist


I thought that said butter hump......:yh_blush :yh_giggle

Everytime I go to the last page I keep getting De ja vu all over again.

I'm surprised at you Sunny, humping butter sounds not just kinky but potentially very messy. And this is a clean family oriented thread :sneaky:

As for you YZGI - there is nothing new under the sun. But, by moonlight, we enter the darkside, shadowland. Here everything takes on a different dimension - even butter...

AussiePam;714987 wrote: I'm surprised at you Sunny, humping butter sounds not just kinky but potentially very messy. And this is a clean family oriented thread :sneaky:

As for you YZGI - there is nothing new under the sun. But, by moonlight, we enter the darkside, shadowland. Here everything takes on a different dimension - even butter...




I thought perhaps Acc. was propositioning us in some kinky way! :-3 :wah:

Propositioning our cuticles!! I like that.

:sneaky:

This thread has been dormant long enough!







Pic stolen courtesy of, well, I forgot to check.

Wowzers!

Since it's unlikely that anyone will be bothered to read through 1130 posts, we can presumably churn out all the old jokes again :-6

theia;765711 wrote: Since it's unlikely that anyone will be bothered to read through 1130 posts, we can presumably churn out all the old jokes again :-6
Ooooo that one's a little rancid.

stop spreading rumours.....:wah:

Butter

Butter, like love,

seems common enough

yet has so many imitators.

I held a brick of it, heavy and cool,

and glimpsed what seemed like skin

beneath a corner of its wrap;

the decolletage revealed

a most attractive fat!

And most refined.

Not milk, not cream,

not even creme de la creme.

It was a delicacy which assured me

that bliss follows agitation,

that even pasture daisies

through the alchemy of four stomachs

may grace a king's table.

We have a yellow bowl near the toaster

where summer's butter grows

soft and sentimental.

We love it better for its weeping,

its nostalgia for buckets and churns

and deep stone wells,

for the press of a wooden butter mold

shaped like a swollen heart.



Connie Wanek

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butter/

AussiePam;765943 wrote: Butter

Butter, like love,

seems common enough

yet has so many imitators.

I held a brick of it, heavy and cool,

and glimpsed what seemed like skin

beneath a corner of its wrap;

the decolletage revealed

a most attractive fat!

And most refined.

Not milk, not cream,

not even creme de la creme.

It was a delicacy which assured me

that bliss follows agitation,

that even pasture daisies

through the alchemy of four stomachs

may grace a king's table.

We have a yellow bowl near the toaster

where summer's butter grows

soft and sentimental.

We love it better for its weeping,

its nostalgia for buckets and churns

and deep stone wells,

for the press of a wooden butter mold

shaped like a swollen heart.



Connie Wanek

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butter/


Very nice poem. Lots of thought goes on about butter.

Not a deed would he do,

Not a word would he utter,

Till he's weighed its relation

To plain bread and butter.



James Russell Lowell, American poet

(1819-1891

I don't believe it, its back! :wah: This thread is worse than frankenstein.

Lets BUTTER up the new members.. :wah::wah: They should have to suffer like we have.

SOSP 2005 Song (aka The Butter Song)

Written in England

:-5

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

The cow could be from Jersey

Or from the Isle of Man;

The cow could be from the Lake Country

Where it lives with stiff élan;

The cow could be from Ely

Or from fair Cambridge too;

The cow could’ve been from Milton Keynes

Where it stood around in its own poo.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

The grass that made this butter

Was chewed down into cud

By a cow named Bessie or Nessie or Nell

Descended from aristocratic blood.

But from whence comes this peerage?

But where pray did she chew?

I asked the maître d’ but he laughed at me

And on further pressing said **** you.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made

By the churning of a maid

Who was severely underpaid

In pence and lemonade,

Though long before she knew

How much milking she would do

The cow digested through

Her four stomachs

A chunky clot of grass

In a fibrous sticky mass

That dissolved into a gas

That she passed out through her ass.

But the nutrients remained

Due to hormones in her brain;

Down they traveled in a train

To her udder,

Which filled up to the brim

With a liquid form of vim

Congealed by the maid

Into lipids on parade,

A party on the tongue

And also in the tum,

The very taste of yum

For which the angels hum

Hosannas and succumb –

But where’d the cow come from?

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

It’s a conundrum!

A little butter on the word threads might slide them down a bit.:wah:

'[love wrote: light;812185']SOSP 2005 Song (aka The Butter Song)

Written in England

:-5

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

The cow could be from Jersey

Or from the Isle of Man;

The cow could be from the Lake Country

Where it lives with stiff élan;

The cow could be from Ely

Or from fair Cambridge too;

The cow could’ve been from Milton Keynes

Where it stood around in its own poo.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

The grass that made this butter

Was chewed down into cud

By a cow named Bessie or Nessie or Nell

Descended from aristocratic blood.

But from whence comes this peerage?

But where pray did she chew?

I asked the maître d’ but he laughed at me

And on further pressing said **** you.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made

By the churning of a maid

Who was severely underpaid

In pence and lemonade,

Though long before she knew

How much milking she would do

The cow digested through

Her four stomachs

A chunky clot of grass

In a fibrous sticky mass

That dissolved into a gas

That she passed out through her ass.

But the nutrients remained

Due to hormones in her brain;

Down they traveled in a train

To her udder,

Which filled up to the brim

With a liquid form of vim

Congealed by the maid

Into lipids on parade,

A party on the tongue

And also in the tum,

The very taste of yum

For which the angels hum

Hosannas and succumb –

But where’d the cow come from?

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

This butter was made in the udder of a cow but we don’t know where the cow was from.

It’s a conundrum!


Wow!! Now that one is great. However my first experience making butter was pure accident. Started out to be whipped cream. Oh well.

Ahhhh. The butter's back like an old friend.



Lots of old friends are back. :-6





And why not! It's Springtime! :yh_flower :yh_bigsmi :yh_flower

Refrigerate in the summer or it gets really yukky

Don't refrigerate in the winter.

I buy butter when it's on sale like when it's 3 lbs for $5.00 and freeze it.

Here's that damned thread! :wah:

My place stays warmer in the winter than in the summer... it's just a good thing that I always refrigerate my butter.



I am SO going to receive PM'ed death threats for bumpin' this...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. :-6



We've been chatting over buttered toast & coffee every morning this week.

Awwwwww the butter thread's back :-4