Suz
(the future) MRS. GERE
Donna, that breakfast pizza sounds divine! How long do you bake it? At what temp?
DDD, regarding #2- the white rice concoction. I was raised by a Mom who loved to remind me about how POOR they were during the Depression. "There were 5 of us kids and times were tough. Some nights the only thing we had for dinner was white rice, brown sugar and milk."
I'll bet I heard that story 1000 times growing up, whenever I wanted to spend money on anything that she perceived to be extravagant (practically anything in those days). You need to read the Depression sentence with the appropriate amount of wistfulness and martyrdom.
So one night when I was in college I was home for dinner and it was just the two of us. We had white rice for dinner. I reminded Mom of how many times I had suffered through hearing the story of the "rice dinner." She acknowledged that she hadn't had it in decades and got out brown sugar and milk and we each prepared a bowlful for ourselves.
Well, you have to know what came next. It was utterly delicious! OMG, we laughed and laughed and agreed that she could never repeat that story with any degree of POOR-ME again because we now knew they all must have loved it.
Suz
DDD, regarding #2- the white rice concoction. I was raised by a Mom who loved to remind me about how POOR they were during the Depression. "There were 5 of us kids and times were tough. Some nights the only thing we had for dinner was white rice, brown sugar and milk."
I'll bet I heard that story 1000 times growing up, whenever I wanted to spend money on anything that she perceived to be extravagant (practically anything in those days). You need to read the Depression sentence with the appropriate amount of wistfulness and martyrdom.
So one night when I was in college I was home for dinner and it was just the two of us. We had white rice for dinner. I reminded Mom of how many times I had suffered through hearing the story of the "rice dinner." She acknowledged that she hadn't had it in decades and got out brown sugar and milk and we each prepared a bowlful for ourselves.
Well, you have to know what came next. It was utterly delicious! OMG, we laughed and laughed and agreed that she could never repeat that story with any degree of POOR-ME again because we now knew they all must have loved it.
Suz