Could it be butter?
I didn’t realise butter could have existential angst, too.
We call the corn/sunflower/etc oil paste “margarina”
Is this it? English is weird…..
Schrondinger’s Butter is cracking me up…
I love H-E-B’s You’d Think It’s Butter! It cracks me up every time I buy it. It also reminds me of back in college the Student Art Guild sold breakfast every Thursday morning to raise money. We had a tub of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!, but we made a new label for it: “Holy Shit, This Ain’t Butter!”
Student Art Guild is also where I met a girl who I am convinced is the only person in the world who does not like music (besides those with melophobia). We once sold some toast to the live nude model who was working in the drawing class that day. Good times.