mangy said "hornyment". 11/28/06.
Cheering, I love your cookie idea. I am going to have to do that with my nephews. Scooter, I like your use of 20+ years.
Favorite Holiday Memory
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Cheering, I love your cookie idea. I am going to have to do that with my nephews. Scooter, I like your use of 20+ years.
Well, I see I told y'all my most vivid Christmas memory. But I guess for this year I will tell this story.
My friend Summer, who's like another one of my daughters grew up never learning how to cook. After she married, she would ask for pointers from time to time. On her first anniversary, she got me to go to her house and cook a gourmet dinner and then told her husband she made it. The ruse was short lived though when he noticed one of the ingredients was something she wouldn't have known how to pronounce and that the dishes were already done! Anyway, a couple of years later, she asked me to teach her to actually cook. So every Monday night for months, she would come to my house and we would cook an entire meal--with her taking extensive notes. So, for Christmas the next year, I made cookbooks for lots of my family and made one for her too. I included a lot of the recipes that we had made in "class". When she opened that cookbook, she just burst into happy tears! One of the best Christmas moments for me.
My friend Summer, who's like another one of my daughters grew up never learning how to cook. After she married, she would ask for pointers from time to time. On her first anniversary, she got me to go to her house and cook a gourmet dinner and then told her husband she made it. The ruse was short lived though when he noticed one of the ingredients was something she wouldn't have known how to pronounce and that the dishes were already done!
Anyway, a couple of years later, she asked me to teach her to actually cook. So every Monday night for months, she would come to my house and we would cook an entire meal--with her taking extensive notes. So, for Christmas the next year, I made cookbooks for lots of my family and made one for her too. I included a lot of the recipes that we had made in "class". When she opened that cookbook, she just burst into happy tears! One of the best Christmas moments for me. 
God love you dd...you are just the bestest! 
Don't get any ideas...I'd rather you teach me something else.
Don't get any ideas...I'd rather you teach me something else.
God love you dd...you are just the bestest!
The thought never crossed my mind!
Well, I see I told y'all my most vivid Christmas memory. But I guess for this year I will tell this story.
My friend Summer, who's like another one of my daughters grew up never learning how to cook. After she married, she would ask for pointers from time to time. On her first anniversary, she got me to go to her house and cook a gourmet dinner and then told her husband she made it. The ruse was short lived though when he noticed one of the ingredients was something she wouldn't have known how to pronounce and that the dishes were already done!
That is so sweet!!!
I included a lot of the recipes that we had made in "class". When she opened that cookbook, she just burst into happy tears! One of the best Christmas moments for me.
aww, that really is sweet.Well, I see I told y'all my most vivid Christmas memory. But I guess for this year I will tell this story.
My friend Summer, who's like another one of my daughters grew up never learning how to cook. After she married, she would ask for pointers from time to time. On her first anniversary, she got me to go to her house and cook a gourmet dinner and then told her husband she made it. The ruse was short lived though when he noticed one of the ingredients was something she wouldn't have known how to pronounce and that the dishes were already done!
My favorite holiday memory...the year I was 8 and still believed in Santa. After packing off to bed on Christmas Eve, we three heard bells jingling all around our house outside. Then suddenly a big "Whump!" followed by a cacophony of bells against one another and finally, "Santa" exclaiming,
"Goddammit!" Well, our own family Santa had tripped over a hydrangea planted in a depression in the side yard. Jingle bells scattered all over the yard in the dark and Santa with a turned ankle and a bunch of toys to assemble before he could turn in. Next day, I went outside and collected all the bells from the yard, saved them and took the collection to 3rd grade Show and Tell a week later to prove that there was, indeed a Santa Claus. (Oh, ye of little faith.) Was laughed down in the classroom and never heard the end of it afterwards. Went home that night in tears to tell my mother the story of my humiliation, whereupon she decided it was the perfect time to come clean about there being no Santa. I have still not got over it, either!!! Merrrrrrrry Christmas!
"Goddammit!" Well, our own family Santa had tripped over a hydrangea planted in a depression in the side yard. Jingle bells scattered all over the yard in the dark and Santa with a turned ankle and a bunch of toys to assemble before he could turn in. Next day, I went outside and collected all the bells from the yard, saved them and took the collection to 3rd grade Show and Tell a week later to prove that there was, indeed a Santa Claus. (Oh, ye of little faith.) Was laughed down in the classroom and never heard the end of it afterwards. Went home that night in tears to tell my mother the story of my humiliation, whereupon she decided it was the perfect time to come clean about there being no Santa. I have still not got over it, either!!! Merrrrrrrry Christmas!