Soy Sauce Packets & Epiphanies: Mrs. Butterworth Lost Her Curves...

Mrs. Butterworth Lost Her Curves...

Monday, May 12, 2008

i didn't take this picture of mrs. butterworth and her hot sisters, but i do recall her with all those voluptuous curves. let's be serious, she used to have a fat ass. lately though, it seems like she's been hanging out with star jones. this morning when i picked her up to pour her warm gooeyness all over my flap-jacks, i noticed that she felt a little different. the other day when i partook in her services, i noticed something was different, but i couldn't quite place it. this morning i figured it out. she lost her ass; it used to be big and round, and she had a bit of a belly. now she's flat, front and back. what's that all about? take a look at this picture that i did take, and try to forgive the fact that she's white from the neck down, that be a whole other blog entry. she is still tasty though, so at least she's still got that going for her; but i'm curious, am i really the only one that noticed?

2 comments:

Crazy Momma, 1:17 PM: We don't so Mrs. Butterworth's here, so I can't claim to have noticed.

I wonder, though...why? Is it suppose to be some type of subliminal message? When she was "curvy" was she setting a bad example? Did her big butt make people want to put more syrup on their pancakes hence the reason America has such high obesity rates? Did people stop buying Mrs. B's because she WAS fat and they didn't want to end up that way?

Interesting...
tony a.k.a. isweatbutter, 1:42 PM: that's an interesting thought. she may have lost a little weight, but she's still got 'birthin' hips.'

and the fluid ounces is still the same!

the story behind ssp&e:

so i'm not sure if you're anything like me, but being the 'off the cuff cuisine' chef that i am, i try not to let anything go to waste. you know, when you bring home some bk or mickey d's, and after consuming your poor excuse for food, have ketchup packets or sauce shots left over that you throw in the door and forget about. same goes for chinese food, and you know they always give you enough sauce to put out a fire at the pentagon with your order. you throw them in your refrigerator door and forget about them. then one day you're trying to impress some last minute guests that have decided to stay at your place for dinner and all you have in your 'gourmet' kitchen are some ramen noodles, frozen veggies and some leftover grilled chicken from last weekend's cookout. the makings of a superb, on-the-fly stirfry. but wait, OH SHIT!, how are you going to make a sauce for your stirfry with no sauce? you look in the fridge and all you see is a bottle of ketchup, french's mustard (i use the term mustard loosely when describing french's), and a jar of pickle juice. oh no, what to do, what to do. then you bust open the butter holder, that invariably has never seen a stick of butter in it's life, and VOILA! soy sauce, duck sauce, hot mustard! packets, but instant chinkychow sauce nonetheless! each one of those packets, collected over time, came from a meal, inevitably eaten over conversation, an argument or during a lone lunch of self-reflection, came from a time and place in the past. as are our lessons learned. we learn through the years how to cope, how to inspire, how to teach, and how to live. we don't always remember those lessons, as we throw condiment packets in the fridge we throw life-lessons into the back of our heads, until one day we find ourself in a situation where it becomes relevant and we pull them from the back of our minds as to not waste the advice and lessons of the past. the moral of this story, and the linking of it to my blog- our life experiences are our 'soy sauce packets,' our hidden links to our experiences of our past...

e·piph·a·ny - noun - a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. [www.dictionary.com]

the epiphanies that we experience in life, questions or situations that we find ourselves in, and don't know how to resolve, can most often be solved my raking our brains in search of a 'soy sauce packet.' an answer to a question. a solution to a problem. and so this, this blog, is simply an ever-expanding culmination of soy sauce packets in my butter box, and the epiphanies that have helped to make room for more butter in my fridge...