I'm still very sad. I keep thinking about how I woke up today in a world without George Carlin. He was one of the world's checks and balances.

My grandmother who grew up on farms and ranches, had a homemade pie and cake in her house at most times I can remember, and made a dinner with meat, veggie (often grown in her garden) and bread every night - used cool whip through most of my childhood that I remember. I am not sure if it was the fact that she was only using a spoonful or two a day, or if it was that she considered the cream you could get at the grocery such an inferior product to what she grew up with that she didn;t think cool whip all that much worse. It really didn't jive with the rest of her though.

I'm still very sad. I keep thinking about how I woke up today in a world without George Carlin. He was one of the world's checks and balances.

House Next Door is gathering clips and obits. I think I love this comment the best:

Anybody who says anything like "He's in a better place" or "He's with the angels" or "God rest his soul" never really listened to a word he said and can go fuck themselves.

I really only eat real whipped cream now, but as a kid I had no idea it even existed-- seriously. We also only ate margarine, canned vegetables, Potato Buds, Minute Rice velveeta cheese, gravy that came in a package that says "brown" etc, etc. My grandmother would also occasionally prepare Spam WITH CLOVES, LIKE A HAM.

Or you would have roast beef one night. The next night we would have roast beef sandwiches. Then roast beef pieces in "brown" gravy over potatoes or rice. Then maybe Roast beef, potatoes and gravy in a dish with bisquick on top from the oven. THEN, Roast beef hash with potatoes and peppers put through a meat grinder.

Then the same thing the next week with a ham.

We actually did have fresh stuff in the summer because we lived next door to a farm.

Anybody who says anything like "He's in a better place" or "He's with the angels" or "God rest his soul" never really listened to a word he said and can go fuck themselves.

Actually, this quote makes me hope the Westboro Baptist idiots picket his funeral so that everybody in attendance just starts laughing uncontrollably at them and walks over to tell them how absolutely hilarious George would have found that. And calls them idiots. And laughs at them more. And then walk away laughing.

I grew up on margarine and had to adjust to the taste of butter when I came to NY. What was/is considered the benefit of margarine?

What was/is considered the benefit of margarine?

Soft enough to spread when taken out of the fridge?

What was/is considered the benefit of margarine?

It was thought to be healthier than butter. Of course, now we know it's much worse for you.

Non-dairy was/is cheaper than dairy, no? I think that was the Wartime rationale. Then it was good for your cholesterol.

I thought it was cheaper and it seemed like at the time everyone thought butter was bad for you, but margarine was OK-- although that seems crazY!

I know my when my mother was young, the margarine was white and they stirred in the yellow dye themselves.