AMERICAN BUTTER

When I got tired of my nan diet, I would go to the American Staff House where fortunate volunteers could visit, not just Embassy people, and I would have a big American breakfast. On the table, under a shining sterling-silver butter tray was THE AMERICAN BUTTER, and all of that butter was gone before I was gone. I would take my time, and sit back and enjoy my delicious breakfast, and sigh, so thankful that I could still eat American food. I imagine the waiter thought, "This American sure likes butter".