Originally posted by slick

take da battrees outta smoke alarm before kooking...
.dats what my mom duz.....

signed
Max
(Told with Love)

This is from the Daze *before* Smoke Alarms ~

Mom was pretty much a "Scratch Builder" of Holiday Meals -
MANY Hours spent in a not-all-that-fancy kitchen -
and the Microwave was still a wonder of the future...

Pots, pans, mixing bowls, recipie cards, a BIG Turkey...
My Dad badgering for hours "Is it ready yet?"

Guests are seated, Grace is said, The Burd is carved, plates are passed ...
<munch> <munch> <munch> ...

Mom gets a *puzzled* look - "I think I've forgotten something... ??"

My Dad pipes up "Where's the ROLLS!??"

<sniff> <sniff> <sniff> ???



(As the unmistakable odor of BURNT Bread drifts into the dining room)

Poor Mom!

She always tried to *time* the first batch of rolls to be
"ready" just as everyone was served...
And they were almost always forgotten till it was a tad bit "too late".

But Good Ole Mom always had "extras"!
I really never minded *scorched* rolls - 'nuff butter and
they always tasted just fine to me!!

Happie Thanksgiving, Mom!
I'll bet you were in charge of the Turkey for God's dinner
at The Bridge today...
Sure do *miss* Your Home Cookin!!

/s/ Me
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