I would like to share with you this "recipe" that my son Paul sent to me some years ago. It was a tribute to me one Mother's Day, but I am sharing it as a tribute in his memory:
A special heartwarming treat,
now only available in exotic locations.
Ingredients
1 Cup all purpose laughter
2/3 Cup finely ground wisdom
1 Cup liquid courage and
willingness to give of yourself
A few capfuls of the hard work
of dark molasses to relieve the boredom
1 Stick nighttime rituals of
singing, praying, and "don't drink that or you'll wet the bed" (cut
in thick slices)
1 fresh clove Nutmeg (imported
from San Francisco)
6 ripe California Strawberries
from different years (blended)
Grease and flour five bedroom
pans, until livable. Preheat oven for 360
degrees of madness. Stir in a husband, a
daughter, and five rowdy boys. Try not
to beat too vigorously.
Let simmer for 25 to 30
years. Keep an eye on it as it
cools. Watch it rise until you have to
insist that you are still the mother despite your lack of stature. Sprinkle on a generous portion of
unappreciated education, frazzled activities, and projects to do in your
"spare time".
Serving Suggestion: Serve
constantly, trying to keep fresh throughout the day. Serve with various other baked goods. Teach others how to make pie crust and
separate eggs so that you don't have to yourself. Don't let the little men in the computer
perform an illegal operation or they might eat all the cookies.
If guests are under the weather,
serve with a side of Jello, Seven Up, and Campbell's
Chicken Noodle Soup. If all goes well,
someday they will want the recipe.
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