Posts Tagged ‘mom’
I’m so used to newer houses around here with multiple bathrooms it’s weird thinking about the house I grew up in. We had 6 people and 1 bathroom. I don’t remember it being that big of a deal but I was just a kid. My teenaged sister probably had a different opinion on the situation.
“Also, what are you doing wearing that shirt out in public? It’s filthy! Next time I see you here you better be wearing something with a collar. Class it up a bit. Make an effort!”
I liked being around when cookies were baking because you get to taste them in all 3 phases.
1. Dough. “Who wants to lick the beater?”
2. Fresh out of the oven. Almost cool enough to eat but the pain adds a little zing to the sugar.
3. Cooled. Now you get the crunch that is your reward for not eating everything an hour ago.