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December 24, 2009
I Didn't Make Any Dessert - So They Are Safe
A number of years ago, I had Mother's Day lunch at my house. Included in the plans were to have my sister come up a day ahead of time and help me with the food.
On the phone before she left her house she asked me, "You have an oven, right?"
"Yep," I said.
"Does it work?" she asked.
"Hang on..." I said.
I have messed up gravy, Jello, and rice krispy treats. I bring ice and/or beer to family functions.
Just is.
Christmas Eve is always at my Mom's house. Mom does the cooking.
Well, two days ago Mom called me. She hurt her ankle and wasn't mobile and needed some help. No problem. I went and got her and we did the grocery shopping. She claimed she could hobble through the store on her crutches, but I made her ride an electric cart. It was that, or I was going to put her in one of the race car shopping carts and push her around. Her choice.
So grocery shopping done, and when we got back to her house, I put everything away, and did a few of the chores on her list.
I went back yesterday and did food preparation.
That would be where this becomes a scary Christmas story.
No, not really. It was great being able to help my Mom out for a change. And funny. Laugh out loud funny.
Written by Angela Tanner. December 24, 2009 09:12 AM