Come for a walk with me down Memory Lane!
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Now THIS is a memory I would really like to FORGET!!!! My mother, Nana, was good in the kitchen. She got her cooking abilities from my grandmother, Foxy. Well, one day, my mom was making an angel food cake. Now, what is the first thing you want to do when you are a kid and your mom is making a cake? Taste the batter? You betcha!
Anyway, I tried to take a big spoonful of the batter like I normally did. Well, this time she tapped my hand and said very sternly, "NO, you may not eat this batter!" "Why not", I asked. And with a loving gaze, she looked down into my eyes and replied, "Because I said so!" "What kind of an answer is that,?" I thought? (I know now, that is a typical mom answer)
Okay, I don't know about you, but when someone tells me I can't do something, that makes me want to do it all the more. So, here we are in the kitchen, mixing bowl between us, both staring at each other like two cowboys with their guns cocked and ready at a show-down, waiting to see who will draw first, when all of a sudden........the phone rings.
"NOW IS MY CHANCE," I thought to myself. WAHOO....she's now in the other room. As you can imagine, I didn't waste any time. Before you could blink, I had the biggest scoop of batter I could get and shoved it right into my mouth.
Uh, oh.... something doesn't taste right Y U C K....what is that?