Three of us
Aug. 25th, 2021 11:24 am
I'm guessing 1954ish -
Every year Mom and Dad would go to a fancy New Year's Eve party and get all kinds of cool swag - hats and glasses and noise makers and just cool stuff. But, they always had to find a friend who had no kids and beg their swag off of them before they could come home because they needed three of everything.
But the real problem was baking. Two beaters. Three kids. Yes, there is the bowl BUT my mother was a master at getting every single tiny bit of whatever out of that damn bowl. So the bowl was like getting a toothbrush in your halloween bag. The beaters were the action and there were two. And we were three.
I think about that now every time I raise the beaters from the batter. (And, man, do I love raw batter.) I can have both AND the bowl.
One of my Mom's favorite responses when we wanted something we couldn't have... "When you grow up and move on your own you can have as much xxxxx as you want." She was right.
The cakes are in the oven.
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Date: 2021-08-25 06:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-08-25 07:01 pm (UTC)Me: I LOVE Santa
Nancy: He likes me. I'll get lots of presents.
Susie: Fork over the gifts, beardman.
A microcosm of our family life.
P.S. - I don't think I ever got any beater batter. Making up for it now.
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Date: 2021-08-26 12:54 am (UTC)I love all the different characters in the photo.
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Date: 2021-08-26 12:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2021-08-26 02:04 am (UTC)And “hell yeah” to licking all the beaters.
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