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Covaan_Meshuga -> RE: Cooking Bloopers 101 (6/26/2008 12:58:52 AM)
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ORIGINAL: BJinWA this is a story told by some dear friends long ago.... she was a young bride during WWII. he was coming home on leave from the army after just winning 3 pounds of butter in a poker game. telegraphs were expensive and you were charged by the word......so he telegraphs her---"arriving 10:30 train have 3 pounds butter" so she is frantically trying to barter/sell her gas ration coupons and come up with the money to buy 3 pounds of butter. she laughed as she explained that she had no idea why he wanted 3 pounds of butter, but she sure was going to make sure he got it. and yes, then they had 6 pounds of butter Oh! This is just so sweetly precious! Thank you for telling this! _____________________________ I was a (very) young bride in early November of 1968. I had been reared in a home in which my mother was really a very bad cook but a wonderful bread-baker. My childhood family was extremely poor, so Mother was afraid to let me cook, for fear I would ruin food, so I didn't. I entered marriage completely unprepared in a time when women did everything in the home, whether or not they worked outside the home as well. Undaunted, before I got my job as a dental assistant, I dove in there and created disaster after disaster in my home-keeping, until I got some things right [:D]. But for some reason -- probably because Mother could do it -- I thought I could bake bread. I worked all day. When Pat came home, I proudly put my beautiful loaves out for him to see. And they were beautiful! I had good reason to be proud! I have no idea now how I got su much bread out of that recipe, but there was a beautiful, properly-browned braided loaf not less than 10 inches long, a loaf I had baked in a regular rectangular bread pan, a couple tiny loaves, and a few dinner rolls. I was so proud! And so was HE!!! I cooked dinner and placed the larger loaf on a plate on the table. He picked up the knife to slice off bread for us -- and he tried, and he tried, and he tried! After awhile, we started laughing with wonder at this gorgeous bread that would not slice! The knife literally would not go through it! When he saw that I was in good humor about the whole thing, he asked me, "Would it bother you if I tried something?" I answered no. He tossed the bread across the room at the wall, just to see what it would do. Okay, I am not kidding. It bounced off the wall and hit the refrigerator, putting a tiny dent in it! We both nearly fell out, laughing! Of course, I realized that we would not be able to eat the bread, so we threw away most of it, except the long, fat, braided loaf. I iced it, put candied cherries on it, and left it on the kitchen table as a decoration. I finally threw it away after a couple months, because I could no longer keep the dust off it properly. _____________________________ Oh, and I have more . . . later.
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