All my life I think I have been interested in recipes. Well, at least since I was in first grade. We were given the secret assignment to ask our mother for her favorite recipe. These would be compiled into a recipe book we would surprise our mothers with for Chirstmas, or Mother’s Day, I cannot remember which. Anyway I decided to forego the ‘ask your mother’ part of the assignment and find my favorite recipe my mother would use to create my favorite: Chocolate Chip Bars. Later once the recipes were all neatly typed by one of the nuns at the catholic school I attended and then illustrated by yet another nun, and I proudly presented it to my mother, she was mortified by ‘her’ contribution. This was really no contribution at all! All the other mothers sent in things like Baked Alaska, Lemon Meringue Pie, Potatoe Nests with Cheese Sauce, Roasted Chicken Supreme, and my mother was aligned with Chocolate Chip Bars. She never forgave me – I swear! I still have that little recipe book full of mimeographed pages of pink paper and blue ink, complete with years of spills and smudges.[catlist id=4,5 thumbnail=yes orderby=day numberposts=10]
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