I just threw away a glass Welch’s jelly jar. This is significant because I just opened its replacement. Plastic. I noticed a year ago or so that Mrs. Butterworth is now made of plastic. I managed to save a glass version of her. I’m not sure why I did. It’s not like I have Funny Face packages lying around, or Sir Shakes-A-Lot cups, or even a box of Cocoa Hoots displayed in some shrine of kitchen nostalgia. Still, I thought it should be noted.
Perhaps I’ll play a sad little tune on my McDonald’s cheeseburger ocarina.