When I was a child it never occured to me how precious a simple thing as a butter wrapper could be. As I began to crumple one to toss it in the garbage one day, my mother’s voice halted me in my tracks.
“Ah, ah, ah, what are you doing with that? I need that, don’t throw it away. ”
Suddenly my knowledge of butter papers grew exponentially as I witnessed the many uses for them. Butter and margarine wrappers were used to grease the bread pans, to line a frying pan before the eggs were cracked into it and to butter the cookie sheets at Christmas time.
It wasn’t long before I learned to carefully fold those papers and set them in the fridge if they weren’t used right away. It also wasn’t long before I found myself calling out to younger siblings in the same way my mother had done to me. I was a fast learner and carried the butter paper practise into my marriage where I stopped my then husband from tossing out the butter papers. He never did learn how precious they could be.
Many times I would wind up with a little stack of butter papers in my fridge. Working outside the house full time while running it pretty much singlehandedly left little time for baking. It was easier to buy our baked goods. Even now, living single, I don’t bake much or often.
Still, today I laid a butter paper aside on the counter. Just in case.
Butter papers represent childhood memories of being in warm aromatic country kitchens where the women made the work of caring for their families look easy. Butter papers remind me of my mother’s hands always working to take care of us.
It was easy to see why, later in life, my mother tired of cooking. Having so many children to tend to for so many years likely wore that desire out. She was happy to have others cook for her and even wanted us to. And we did.
Some habits die hard. Even though I don’t use them anymore, I still fold and set aside the butter papers. I likely always will. Tossing them out seems wasteful but I know it is about more than that. Tossing out the butter papers means saying goodbye to memories I will never make again, memories of fragrant Christmas baking fresh from the oven and sharing it all with family who loved being a family.
The butter papers will always trigger these memories in me, memories of simpler, slower times when what mattered could not be bought.
What triggers Christmas memories for you?
(C) Janni Styles