Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Coconut Bar Dessert!

6 comments:

  1. I love reading these Coralie! How many young people today will know what "oleo" is?! Or that you use to have to mix in a color tablet?

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  2. I think this would be good. I know what oleo is...but a color tablet? I have no idea what that means (and I'm not all that young)!

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  3. Ha. Love the oleo discussion. My ex-husband and I had an old run down farm far out the country when our kids were small.

    We called it oleo acres....because it was one of the cheaper spreads.

    ha.

    ha.

    HA?

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  4. Oleomargarine used to come with a tablet of yellow color which the consumer mixed in at home to give it the buttery yellow look. It's due to the dairy lobbies campaign to drive oleomargarine manufacturing out of business. Due to dairy industry lobbying, oleomargarine had high taxes which drove the price up - it was no longer a cheap alternative to butter. If it was sold uncolored, it was just shortening, with yellow on the side. It would not cost anything to add yellow coloring during the manufacturing process, keeping the yellow in a separate packet was actually more expensive in the packaging process. The color regulations varied by state but were gradually dropped after WW2. The last holdout states - of course! - were dairy states like Wisconsin and Minnesota.
    If one wanted a great example of how political lobbying works, just study the decades long battle between the margarine and dairy industries.
    I only use margarine for baking. I'm waaay too fond of butter. :-)

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  5. Love your joke Jenny!
    Aside from my brief history of oleomargarine, the recipe looks delicious. But I was thinking maybe half margarine and half butter - some butter flavor would be nice.

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  6. The oleo was white and came in a plastic bag with a color tablet (size of a small button). One broke the tablet inside the bag and kneaded the bag until the oleo was yellow or butter color! I used to love to be the "kneader". Mother would bring home the groceries and I would sit for an hour on a stool in the kitchen getting that oleo just the right color throughout. I'd forgotten that until now...what a great memory!

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