Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Who Do You Trust, a Cow or a Scientist? By Karla Stover

 

    

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 In 1813, French scientist Michel Eugene Chevreul discovered a new fatty acid which he dubbed acide margarique, named, in part, after the “pearly deposits in the fatty acid, “margarites” being the Greek word for “pearly.”

 

     Enter French chemist Hippolyte Mège-Mouriès. In 1869, working with Chevreul’s discovery, perfected and patented a process for churning beef tallow with milk to create an acceptable butter substitute. Napoleon III, seeing that both his poorer subjects and his navy would benefit from having easy access to a cheap butter substitute, offered a prize for anyone who could create an adequate replacement. Mège-Mouriès won.

 

     Despite Napoleon III’s high hopes for Mège-Mouriès’ product, which the scientist had dubbed “oleomargarine,” the market didn’t really take off.  Not to be deterred, Mège-Mouriès showed his process to a Dutch company called Jurgens. The CEOs realized that if margarine was going to become a butter substitute, it needed to look more authentic, so they began changing margarine’s naturally white color to a buttery yellow.

 

     Mège-Mouriès didn’t get much for his invention and died a pauper in 1880. Jurgens, however, did pretty well for itself. It eventually became a world-renowned maker of margarine and later became a part of Unilever.

    

     Margarine arrived in the United States in the 1870s, to the happy approval of the poor, and to the universal horror of American dairy farmers. Within ten years, 37 companies in the United States enthusiastically manufactured it. The terms “margarine” and “butter” had become fighting words.

 

     In 1886 the Federal Margarine Act slapped a special two-cent tax on margarine and required annual license fees. Margarine  producers were forced to pay $600 a year; wholesalers, $480; and retailers, $48, simply to be allowed to sell the product. “An amendment in 1902 targeted the production of artificially yellowed margarine, imposed a ten-cent tax on (butter-colored) margarine and slashed the tax on the uncolored variety.” 

 

    

     Maine, Michigan, Minnesota, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Ohio went a step further and banned margarine outright. In fact, the Wisconsin law stayed on the books until 1967, which lead to the introduction of clandestine “margarine runs” that friends and neighbors set up. Every couple of weeks they’d send one person over the border to purchase margarine for all of them and illegally transport it back across the state line.

    

     In June 1886, Washington State passed a bill in the House to regulate the manufacture and sale of “all substances made of oleomargarine, oleomargarine oil, butterine which was butter mixed with a little Oleomargarine to improve flavor, suine which was a mixture of oleomargarine with lard or other fatty ingredients, lardine, an agricultural import from Germany, and all lard extracts, tallow extracts, and compounds of tallow, beef, fat, suet, lard and lard oil, vegetable oil, coloring matter, intestinal fat, and offal fat,” which were disguised as and sold as butter.

 

     An article in the 7-22-1886 Tacoma Daily Ledger claimed “the butterine vat was a graveyard of compounded diseases putrefied into carrion.”

 

     At this time, Washington had a State Dairy commissioner named E. A. McDonald. And when he wasn’t approving cheese factories or visiting farms to kill tubercular cattle, he was haunting cheap restaurants looking for fake butter and the people selling it, and seizing what he found. However, he recognized that local dairy farmers were only able to provide about 2 / 3 of homemakers’ demands. The use of oleo was on the rise.

 

     By the early 1890s, the country was in the middle of a Depression. Businessman J. A. Sproule recognized that Butterine and other substitutes for butter kept longer than the real thing. And one person was making good use of Butterine. His name was Jim Wardner who had been a store keeper in South Dakota until a fire wiped him out. Not to be deterred, he borrowed $5,000, had eggs shipped from the east and began peddling them in mining camps. He then used his profits to buy Butterine which he also peddled until a heat wave melted what he hadn’t sold and the Butterine separated into puddles of cottonseed oil, lard, Vaseline and coloring. So as not to waste his investment, he sold the puddles as industrial grease.

 

     During W W I, the cost of oil more than doubled driving up the price of oleo. During W W II butter was rationed because most cooking oils came from Pacific lands conquered by the Japanese; the supply plummeted. Fats were also needed in high quantities for industrial and military use. For the homemaker, butter used a higher number of ration-book points than margarine, so “oleo” margarine became more popular.

 

   Lard was removed from rationing on March 3, 1944 and shortening and oils on April 19, 1944, but butter and margarine were rationed until November 23, 1945. Until 1952, white oleo, came with a packet of yellow food coloring to be kneaded in.

 

   Gradually, states allowed the sale of yellow oleo. However, a reluctant Washington held out until December 4, 1952, becoming the 44th state to all allow the sale of yellow oleo.

 

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Introducing BWL Author Barbara Baker

 


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          Hi, my name is Barbara Baker

 

This is my first blog attempt. I hope you enjoy it.

As a writer, how often have you been told ‘write about what you know’? All the time, right? Well, it bit me in the butt when I wrote my first YA novel, SUMMER OF LIES.

I went to school in Banff during the 60s and 70s. It was a sleepy little town back then - not the iconic vacation destination it is today. My dad was a National Park Warden. In the winter he was on the ski hills assessing snow conditions for the public’s safety. The rest of the year he was in the park’s backcountry to monitor the wildlife, ensure predators stayed away from the townsite, and he kept hiking trails accessible. Dad was lucky to have a job he loved.



As kids, when we weren’t in school, he would take us to work so Mom could have a break. I remember one February when teachers went on strike. It was a huge snow year, and we skied every day with Dad on Mt. Norquay … way more fun than math and English class. Each morning we were the first ones down the runs. Getting first tracks in powder snow is a skier’s dream. What an epic month.



We lived east of the Banff Park Gates in Harvie Heights, a place so small you couldn’t find it on an Alberta map for many years. A cluster of houses in the middle of the woods. No street lights. No curfews. Parents knew where their kids were by the sound of pucks ricocheting off the boards at the rink, bats smacking baseballs or frenzied shouts in the dark during enthusiastic games of kick the can.



Horseback riding, hiking, playing in the woods - it was what I did to kill time when I wasn’t in school because the tiny black and white tv only came on when my parents watched Hockey Night in Canada, Walt Disney or The Beachcombers. Remember those days? When kids weren’t allowed to operate the family tv? As an adult, I now realize how fortunate I was to have such an amazing backyard to grow up in but as a kid, it was just where I grew up, nothing special.



Fast forward 4 decades (2008ish), I was riding on a chairlift with my tenacious niece chatting about a book series we were reading. I asked her what type of book she’d write. She said she’d write an adventure story about Banff and the cool spots we’ve hiked or discovered. We discussed conflicts we’d put our characters through. It started as a joke and since she was still in high school, it was my job to write the book.



In my YA novel, SUMMER OF LIES, I take a teen from Toronto, Jillian, and plunk her in a one room log cabin in the wilderness of Banff National Park. She has to spend a month there with her aunt who happens to be a park warden (write about what you know). As Jillian describes it, I put her in the middle of bloody nowhere and staying there for a month was not on her agenda. Jillian has to navigate her way on trails I’ve travelled and also down the streets of Banff which are so familiar to me.



When you start your story, do you write about what you know? Or do you create new worlds? Where do your stories take the reader?

 

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Monday, May 9, 2022

Mother's Day was Yesterday but I'm Still Gonna Talk About It! by Vanessa C. Hawkins

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  So Mother's Day was yesterday and I'm a mom. Since I usually write my blog posts the day before, I bet you can already tell that this will be the equivalent of the present day filler episodes you always groaned about when you would tune into your favorite TV show for the evening way back when tv guides were a thing they printed in newspapers. Back then--God, I'm getting old--we had to endure all sorts of stuff, cliffhangers, commercials! and the occasional patchwork of show summaries told through flashbacks mid seasons. 

But some of you may want to know what I did this weekend. And if that's the case then you're in for a treat because I can honestly say that my Mother Day's escapades were so darn exciting that they left me with a very sore bum.  

Okay... don't look up sore bum memes on google...
*goes to tear out my eyes*


We went horseback riding! Actually we went glamping at a little ranch and they offered horse rides. It was fun! I had a little black horse named Ray and my husband got a much bigger horse named Blake. Now, I HAVE went horseback riding before, I'm not completely green, however, it was a long, LONG time ago... like longer than the lines at Disney World, or longer than grandpa's toenails or... *wait for it* longer than we've been waiting for George R. R. Martin to pen and publish Winds of Winter...

Ba Dum Tss! That's a wrap. We did the George joke. Roll credits!

So my bum got sore from all the trotting we did. In case you never noticed or knew, I have a small bum, with not much padding, and so I'm pretty sure I wore down my arse to my bum bones. Baby got back, I do not. Fat bottom girls... well, I defintiely don't make the world go round. 


We also got to stay in a lighthouse, which is where the glamping aspect comes in. I don't really enjoy camping as a rule. I hate sleeping in a tent and waking up soggy from all the humidity, but this was a nice little cabin-esk feel with a bed and running toilet and a view to die for all packaged in a thing that quite closely resembled a lighthouse. We ate lots of hotdogs, went hiking, and had a relaxing weekend. Which, if you're a mother you REALLY begin to appreciate after having a little one. Pre-kid me might have been bored out of their mind, but mom me was like... 

More wine please...

I also have great news! Which you will probably hear about more next month but if you managed to read down this far then WHOOT! You get to know first! 

One of the stories I have been working on won second place in the David Addam's Richard Prize for fiction! It's hosted annually by the Writer's Federation of New Brunswick, but as part of my cash reward I am also invited to a gala to do a reading! Yay!

Yay.

 It's pretty bewildering to me actually, because if you've read my earlier blogs you'd know that I was skeptical about winning in the first place. Why? Because the piece I submitted is pretty adult. And in general, adult themed books are not always taken seriously. 

I know, I know, you wanna know what it's about, but I can only give you a clue because, well... stuff! 

Well... it's KINDA a fanfic...



Sunday, May 8, 2022

Happy Mother's Day by J.S. Marlo

 

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Today is Mother's Day!


When my kids were young, they drew cards, made me a gift, a cake, and breakfast in bed (sometimes with their dad's help). I still get cards and gifts, but nowadays, it's my granddaughter's drawings that end up on my fridge, not my kids' cards.

According to RetailMeNot, these are the Top Six Mother's Day Gifts for 2022:


- flowers: 47%

- chocolate: 36%

- gift cards: 29%

- dinner: 26%

- jewelry: 22%

- beauty products: 19%


I think books and wine should have been somewhere in there LOL


And here are my Top Three:

- hugs & kisses

- phone call

- family dinner


Did you know that more phone calls are made on Mother’s Day than any other day of the year? These holiday chats with Mom often cause phone traffic to spike by as much as 37 percent. 



To all the mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day!!!


Now I'll go call my mom.

Have a wonderful day and stay safe!

JS

 



 
 

Saturday, May 7, 2022

A Little Help From My Friend by Eileen O'Finlan

 



My cat, Autumn Amelia, has developed a new interest - my writing. Or more specifically, anything I'm doing on my laptop. Lately, whenever I'm working she insists on joining me. I'll be typing away, totally "in the zone" with my writing, oblivious to everything around me when suddenly an adorable furry face appears, obscuring part of my screen. She sidles up beside my laptop to take a peek at my work. If she approves, I get a head bonk. If not, a pair of white paws appear on the keyboard to help me out.

I must admit this can be rather bothersome at times. Helpful as she may think she is, the sudden emergence of a long string of random letters across my screen can be a bit disconcerting. Worse is when she hits backspace or delete and I lose what I've written. Once when I left my laptop unattended I came back to find that everything on the screen was upside down. I had to call a techy friend to walk me through putting it rightside up again. It took several steps so I've no idea how Autumn Amelia managed to get it into that condition in the first place. She's obviously very talented.

Lest you think I could ever get mad at her, check out this face. No one could get mad at this face!





Autumn Amelia behind my laptop plotting the right moment to "help" with my writing



She's been known to do a little proofreading, too.










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