Wednesday, August 20, 2014
     
KAREN CIMMS/TIMES NEWS Crumb Bum Cake

When I was a kid, if my father wanted to speak disparagingly of someone, he called them a "crumb bum."

This was somewhat confusing for me, a small child, because on Sundays after church, we often went to the bakery where he would purchase an entire box of "crumb bums" and eat them, slathered with butter, much to my mother's chagrin.

My mother, "The World's Greatest Cook," hated butter and used it sparingly, if at all.

In regard to the great butter debate, I took after my father; nothing beats butter.