Butterfly

Butterfly... makes you think of a delicate, beautiful, multi-colored insect, doesn't it?  But I have something else in mind at the moment.  Actually, a moment of memory as I return to Africa!

Abigail always calls me when she is in her car and running errands -- I love our chats whenever and wherever they originate!

Today she was leaving the grocery store so naturally we talked about food!  It's on her mind a lot these days as she is eating for two!  Somehow, we began talking about butter which led to me sharing our story about butter in Africa.  So...I will share it with you all!

We lived out in the bush and our main shopping was done in the capital city, 300 miles away.  Whoever made a trip to the capital always had a list of shopping to do for every missionary whose path they would cross on that trip.  Once the airplane began to make these trips, guess who got to do all this shopping??  My poor hubby who hates to shop!!!

One take off was executed... he was off to Bangui to shop!  I kept in radio contact with him on all his flights and would remind him to get us butter every trip down.  Now, there was a canned margarine that most missionaries used daily.  It had the most disgusting taste!  I never could get used to, even when we used it to do baking.  We felt butter was a healthier choice, even if it was more expensive --- especially on freshly baked home made bread!!!  Fellow missionaries began to make so many comments about the Reimers and their butter!  The airplane was then  referred to as the "Butter Fly"!!!!  Missionaries could make fun of us all they wanted, we enjoyed our butter!  Never could figure out why they carried more weight than us when they ate margarine instead!  It would have been interesting to keep track of how much butter we purchased during those 3 years!!!!!