Prunes mixed with plums is just a multi-generational dessert occasion 😁
Also, since I know you'll never turn down a good mom story, my mom, who would be 99 if she hadn't died in 2004, always asked her kids who lived down here in Kansas City to bring her Russell Stover dark chocolate when we came up to the Upper Peninsula of michigan, where she and my dad retired in the 1980s, because it was hard to find up there. After my mom died, we found a fucking bunker full of dark chocolate. The old girl knew how to extort, I'll give her that. Maybe it has something to do with having been born in the 1920s and living through the depression. Ask your mom what she thinks. And give her a hug, too. I sure wish I could hug mine one more time. 😂😍❤️💖😜
Maybe our depression era moms were on to something. Raised on a farm with no AC until the late 60's, my mom left food out all the time. Food that now we would never leave on the counter overnight. We didn't get sick, are we just overly cautious today? My NP daughter goes through my ref routinely to throw out anything with even one day's expiration. Today's kids don't have a clue!
My mother was born in 38, so she missed the depression. Her folks didn't though, so I am guessing that that is why she saved everything. During my visit in 1999, I was cleaning out her bathroom. I know she loved seeing my girls, but it was the housekeeping that really made her day. Anyway, I came across a bottle of pills from when she had had from her hysterectomy...in 1976! That bottle went through at least 14 moves! Oy.
Prunes mixed with plums is just a multi-generational dessert occasion 😁
Also, since I know you'll never turn down a good mom story, my mom, who would be 99 if she hadn't died in 2004, always asked her kids who lived down here in Kansas City to bring her Russell Stover dark chocolate when we came up to the Upper Peninsula of michigan, where she and my dad retired in the 1980s, because it was hard to find up there. After my mom died, we found a fucking bunker full of dark chocolate. The old girl knew how to extort, I'll give her that. Maybe it has something to do with having been born in the 1920s and living through the depression. Ask your mom what she thinks. And give her a hug, too. I sure wish I could hug mine one more time. 😂😍❤️💖😜
Classic DEM (Depression Era Mom) behavior. Thanks for the story.
Depression-era mom - bite-sized butter and sugar sandwiches on white bread for dessert...
I once mentioned "sugar sandwiches" to a friend who had a Depression Era Mom and she said, "You ate those, too?"
You got sugar with your butter sandwiches??!! Lucky!
Maybe our depression era moms were on to something. Raised on a farm with no AC until the late 60's, my mom left food out all the time. Food that now we would never leave on the counter overnight. We didn't get sick, are we just overly cautious today? My NP daughter goes through my ref routinely to throw out anything with even one day's expiration. Today's kids don't have a clue!
But the probably get food poisoning less often.
I do agree Lee, but they put so much preservatives in our food now, it's scary!
My mother was born in 38, so she missed the depression. Her folks didn't though, so I am guessing that that is why she saved everything. During my visit in 1999, I was cleaning out her bathroom. I know she loved seeing my girls, but it was the housekeeping that really made her day. Anyway, I came across a bottle of pills from when she had had from her hysterectomy...in 1976! That bottle went through at least 14 moves! Oy.
Yep. You never throw anything away. I couldn't get my mom to toss a pink slip from a 1925 Ford.
I really feel like I know your Mom. My Mom and her family were very nuch Depression kids. And I lauhhed through the entire piece.