I felt a little sad for The Pony when we talked on Tuesday morning. I was telling him of the pot of beans and ham (which he does not like) and the corn muffins (which he loves) that I had planned for supper.
"Ohhh! There's something I just love about those corn muffins. It's a texture thing. The graininess of the muffin, and the melted warm butter. It's delicious."
"I know how you love Kerrygold. I like it too, on most things. But on a corn muffin, I prefer Country Crock. I've TRIED to like the Kerrygold on it, but something just tastes off to me."
"I can understand that. Again, it's the texture. I can see how having that cold slab of Country Crock melting on a hot muffin might be something you like."
"It's not even that. By the time I can sit down to eat my muffin, it's not hot anymore. I like that Country Crock spread on it cold, not melted in. I understand how Kerrygold has to sit out, to be able to get a knife through it. But it's a taste thing with me. Maybe I'm just used to the taste of margarine on a corn muffin all these years, and can't appreciate real butter."
"Maybe."
"Do you have food in the house? You could get some corn muffin mix and have your own!"
"I have food, Mother. In fact, when I got off early yesterday, I made pasta. Twice! Once in the afternoon, and again at 8:00. Because I had too much sauce. So I just made more pasta."
"Good to know that you're not going to starve!"
I still feel sad that The Pony missed my corn muffins. It's not like they're anything special. Just the Jiffy box mix. When The Pony was living here, I swear he liked the corn muffins more than the blueberry or strawberry muffins. Perhaps he just likes Jiffy more than Martha White.
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