Glad I'm not playing football today Brrrrr
Reminiscing over old stories today...
My Dad, when he was taking care of my sister and I ( when we were little ) when Mom was in the hospital... Started to fix us tomato soup, both of us told him Mom didn't use water, it was suppose to be milk. Like the good kids we are, we constantly bring this up to this day and suggest that no one let him make the soup.
While my sister and myself always helped Mom when she was making candies and such for the holidays... when she made peanut brittle, part of our job was to help pull it before it cooled off. Later, after my sister was married she decided to make some peanut brittle... so she had her daughter butter their new solid oak table, sort of like my Mom would have us do, only she overlooked one small detail, the metal cookie sheets we'd pull the brittle in... the butter on the table was just so the little bit that hung over the pan wouldn't stick to the table. My niece claims to this day, they strongly considered just covering the rest of the table with more brittle to even it all out and then just shellac it over.
Apparently one of my nieces stated about football ( when she was little ) ... "The game would go by much faster if they'd quit running into each other"
