Good, better, butter

When I was small, 6 or 7 years old, we took a train trip to Cape Town to visit my aunt. The train broke down and since we should have been in Cape Town early morning there was no food on board for breakfast. Only bread! So they made toast. I took one bite and spat it out, and asked my mother: What's on here? She replied: Margarine! My first taste of margarine. Euuw! Good, better, butter!