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Shel_B

Shel_B

7 hours ago, YvetteMT said:

Yours and mine must be kin somewhere along the line!! My father has always joked that the smoke alarm is my mothers kitchen timer ...

The saddest part of Mom's beef cooking was that she'd get a great custom blend from our butcher (Neck and Tenderloin), and through years of cooking and experimentation, devised a way to ruin it in just a few minutes under the broiler.

 

I remember when the food columnist from the local fish wrap wrote a story about Mom's meatballs, the newspaper's insurance carrier required that the fire department be in attendance.  Seeing a 1955 American La France pumper parked in front of our house caused quite a stir with the neighbors.  Mrs. Dworkin, from across the street, calmed the nervous neighbors by assuring them that it was "just Mrs. B making her meatballs again."

 

 

 

Shel_B

Shel_B

7 hours ago, YvetteMT said:

Yours and mine must be kin somewhere along the line!! My father has always joked that the smoke alarm is my mothers kitchen timer.  I called my mother a couple years ago and when she answered, the alarm was going off. I asked what she was cooking as burnt offering this time as I could hear the "timer", a few uncharacteristic 4 letter words from her and she hung up on me.

The saddest part of Mom's beef cooking was that she'd get a great custom blend from our butcher (Neck and Tenderloin), and through years of cooking and experimentation, devised a way to ruin it in just a few minutes under the broiler.

 

I remember when the food columnist from the local fish wrap wrote a story about Mom's meatballs, the newspaper's insurance carrier required that the fire department be in attendance.  Seeing a 1955 American La France pumper parked in front of our house caused quite a stir with the neighbors.  Mrs. Dworkin, from across the street, calmed the nervous neighbors by assuring them that it was "just Mrs. B making her meatballs again."

 

 

 

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