We may be remembering the same thing. My mom would take a plastic bag full of white goop with a spot of red dye in it. She would then squeeze and massage that goop until the dye spread throughout and turned it yellowish. That?
We may be remembering the same thing. My mom would take a plastic bag full of white goop with a spot of red dye in it. She would then squeeze and massage that goop until the dye spread throughout and turned it yellowish. That?
Micheal, yes I remember it well. I always wanted to be able to squish the red dot. Little did anybody know what poison it was. Everybody in the city from the farm was too excited about the newfangled, modern stuff. Look where that has taken us!
We may be remembering the same thing. My mom would take a plastic bag full of white goop with a spot of red dye in it. She would then squeeze and massage that goop until the dye spread throughout and turned it yellowish. That?
Micheal, yes I remember it well. I always wanted to be able to squish the red dot. Little did anybody know what poison it was. Everybody in the city from the farm was too excited about the newfangled, modern stuff. Look where that has taken us!
Right and I hated the stuff. It was a way to lessen one's desire for buttery effects.