My mom embarrassed me years ago when she called our small town post office and complained about slow package delivery. I gave the eulogy at mom ’ s memorial service, and I told the mortifying story at the chapel. Respectful laughter filled the room. However, embarrassment doesn ’ t bother you when you ’ re dead in the grave and maybe that ’ s the lesson here today. Mom loved to send packages to me in Arizona. She often mailed pencils, recipe clippings, bars of soap, cereal, odds and ends that were meaningful to her. Mom never understood that her mailings to a hick town in the west take a heck of a lot longer than it does in Chicago. I got umpteen phone calls from her before any shipment arrived and she would ask impatiently: “ Did you get my package yet? ” It was about six years ago when retrieving my mail, Toni, my favorite clerk shouted to me across the room from the front desk, “Your mother called me yesterday. She...
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ReplyDeleteOh yum!
ReplyDeleteI do believe I'm supposed to weigh 190 pounds, Mary. I love to cook; and I love to eat what I cook, or what anyone else cooks too.
Thanks for sharing such lusciuos fare!
Hugs,
Kathleen
Mary, I didn't remember that you had a cooking blog. I checked it out though and it looks like you have some good recipes to try.
ReplyDeleteI finally got on the treadmill today so maybe I can indulge a bit.
Hugs to you,
Debbie
Hiii .... glad to see your blog, I am a blogger Indonesia. Welcome stranger!
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm such a slacker ... never realized you had another blog, Mary! This looks so yummy!
ReplyDeleteFor sure, I'm checking out your offerings with DH -- he's the chef in our household, while I struggle to boil eggs. :)