Oh my gosh. That white margarine. I came home from school and my mother, who was working at the time, was too tired to mix in the yellow dye. It was hard work mixing it in. We kids wouldn’t touch it if it was streaked.
We were spoiled brats even in wartime thanks to being born to old parents who were thrilled to finally have two little girls, nasty little things tho we were.
My Mother hated that stuff growing up.
In our house, it was Butter or nothing, she wouldn’t allow Margarine.