There’s a first time for almost everything and I recently had two firsts. I ate real butter … and I LIKED it! Then, I mail ordered some butter! Yep. I had butter shipped to me via a regular box-bringing shipping truck from up north.

There’s a first time for almost everything and I recently had two firsts. I ate real butter … and I LIKED it! Then, I mail ordered some butter! Yep. I had butter shipped to me via a regular box-bringing shipping truck from up north.


Let me explain my excitement.


I’ve never been big on real butter. My mom would make butter from our fresh cow milk. She and dad loved it. To my sensitive nose, the pungent smell was enough to knock out an elephant. It tasted kind of funky, too. It was store-bought margarine (and milk) for Lynette. Though improvements have been made in producing real butter, I never quite got over my childhood experience until recently.


Rounding the corner at a local store, the mouth-watering scent of garlic hit me. It drew me to a griddle on which appeared to be plain grilled cheese sandwiches. What? My grilled cheese sandwiches don’t smell like that!


I guess my confusion showed because the girl manning the griddle just grinned, sliced off a section and plopped it in my hand. I went into taste heaven right there in the frozen food aisle.


While I was still basking in the after-glow of the grilled cheese, she gave me a warm piece of toast that she’d spread something on. I’d been too busy wiping drool off my chin to see what it was. The second sample turned out to be cinnamon toast. She then showed me this food from the gods — flavored, real butter!


Mom’s sure didn’t taste like that. I grabbed several cartons to take home. She suggested that I get a few extras as she and her product would be gone in a few days. I should have listened. Roger and I had scarfed up the tasty stuff like we hadn’t had a meal in months. Heck! I, the butter hater, was eating it right out of the container! I went back to the store for more, but true to her word, she and the butter were gone. I was devastated.


I was then on a mission to find my butter and thank goodness for the Internet. No local stores carried it, so I ordered it straight from the company. It arrived three days later, cold and tasty. Will miracles never cease?


Granted, I may need butter counseling before this is over, but aren’t modern technology and shipping methods awesome?



Happy birthday Sunday to Laura Beth Turbyfill, Larry Swindle, Stephen Moore, Al Curry, Antwain Franklin-Cox, Sylvester Jackson, Cecilia Roy, Inez Williams, May Borah, Sherri Strasner and Donald Wayne Tilley Jr., all of Sherman; Gina Segrest Cooper of Wylie; Jayme Craft, Michael Stone, Mike Dixon and Judy Bolen, all of Denison; Dawn Crafts of Vanlue, Ohio; Justin Ferguson of Bonham; Ola Lee House of Whitewright; Jimmy Earl Gilliam of Palestine; Jake Mullins of Luella; Kenny Taylor of Irving; Norma West and Debbie Chancellor, both of Whitesboro; and Kenneth Cope.


Happy anniversary Sunday to George and Barbara Erickson of Sherman.