I was born one month before the end of meat rationing in Britain. The end of rationing did not mean the immediate end to austerity. As children we were used to sitting at the table for tea-time in the afternoon.
Normally we had the choice of bread and butter or bread and jam with margarine instead of butter. So the question was: “Which plate is marge and which is butter?”
One Sunday we had guests and my mother took us aside and said: “Don’t ask which is marge, because it’s all butter today.”
As we sat down, my elder brother (76 years old tomorrow) announced: “Don’t ask which is marge and which is butter, because it’s all butter today.”
Out of the mouths of babes and infants…
General Whiskers' semi-historical wanderings 