The Great Debate
or, A Slightly Exaggerated Core Memory in 100 Words
“We have butter at home,” Mom says decisively
“That’s not butter; it’s margarine,” I insist. I’m indignant: grossed out at the thought of having to suffer that oily scum being on my food.
“It’s the same thing.”
“It’s not the same thing. Margarine is disgusting. Butter is pure and delightful.”
“You can’t tell the difference.”
“No, you can’t tell the difference because you have the taste buds of a braindead toddler.”
Grounded.
I sit in my room, glaring at four mundane walls surrounding me. Should’ve been more respectful to Mom.
The worst part is I still have to eat margarine.
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You're right though, margarine is gross and NOT BUTTER. I WILL NOT HAVE IT IN MY HOUSE. YOU WILL EAT THE DELICIOUS BUTTER!
Fun micro-fiction 😁
The good news is that we’re all adults now, so we can eat as much butter AS WE WANT!