tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626107370797678390.post4153871821002218913..comments2023-10-04T05:58:46.892-07:00Comments on Left-Handed Housewife: Day 21: Day 21Left-Handed Housewifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014518128739580267noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626107370797678390.post-49790511676346518392011-11-24T05:43:40.451-08:002011-11-24T05:43:40.451-08:00I babysat a lot. My charges were often vaguely neg...I babysat a lot. My charges were often vaguely neglected too. I think I could say the same about my children too :oS. My mom wanted me to take early childhood education, but by that time I'd had enough of looking after other people's kids. No chance I was taking that. Now I have seven kids. What was I thinking?!?<br /><br />I remember my mom putting wheat germ on our oatmeal and making us eat despite our protests that it was disgusting. When she went to eat her own and had to dump it down the drain for that reason, we haven't let her forget it yet :o)! Did you ever eat liver? I actually like it, but haven't had it in YEARS.<br /><br />Blessings!<br />DeborahThe dB familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15170331499885879774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626107370797678390.post-77650077859752911922011-11-22T13:15:21.091-08:002011-11-22T13:15:21.091-08:00I was a child of the back-to-nature movement and a...I was a child of the back-to-nature movement and ate some very odd things at times...mostly at my father's hands. Mom stuck to the more run-of-the-mill Mother Earth stuff like homemade jams, pickles, and lots of wonderful, warm, fresh loaves of bread on Saturday nights. With Dad--well, just just say that with green things, put enough butter on it and it all tastes pretty much the same. Sleepovers: I had one every February with several of my gal-pals. Sledding on the hill in our back yard (7 acres), lots of junk food, giggling. The best.Sandy Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11533809618114581751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626107370797678390.post-4945303531253034482011-11-22T04:32:23.504-08:002011-11-22T04:32:23.504-08:00Oh I have a funny sleepover story about the time m...Oh I have a funny sleepover story about the time my friend and I broke my bed (which was an antique) buy jumping on it and swinging on the posts! My mom didn't really cook so I dont have any favorite meals from growing up. I also babysat some, and was floored when my cousin recently told me she was having a 12 year old babysit her 18 month old! Then I remembered babysitting lil' ones when I was that age too! It just seems so young!Melissa Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15266528757413228807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626107370797678390.post-23536634056574911072011-11-22T01:05:47.223-08:002011-11-22T01:05:47.223-08:00My kids don't know how good they've got it...My kids don't know how good they've got it. They were brought up with the joys of multicultural food and a mother who enjoys cooking. Living overseas was the best thing that ever happened to my Mum's cooking!Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07511855282323456046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626107370797678390.post-70944703423289365392011-11-21T20:57:06.722-08:002011-11-21T20:57:06.722-08:00I babysat. A. lot. First my baby brother (14 ye...I babysat. A. lot. First my baby brother (14 years younger) and also for the neighbor kids who were like my siblings too. I liked the snacks and the money and learned to love James Taylor because the family I sat for had a great music collection.<br /><br />My mom made cream chipped beef on toast and sometimes creamed peas on toast. I couldn't eat either. She also liked the Chef Boyardee pizza kits and we did too, but Mom always added lots of other goodies to the pizza -- meat, veggies, extra cheese. My mom believed that you should eat a balance of foods so some nights we'd have a "good meal" like roast beef, potatoes, gravy, carrots and etc. The next night would be a "sh*tty meal" (as she called it) -- chili dogs and fries. She felt it was good to have good, sh*tty, good, sh*tty..... She also called a supper of chili dogs "Duck a l'Orange." If supper was somewhat burnt one night, she'd say, "We're having burnt crow." Mom was a character! <br /><br />I'm sorry, I hope I didn't swear too much in your comments. I think you had a good life, Frances. I could've sat beside you at the table and been your big sister.<br /><br />JodyGumbo Lilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02747138637571716591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626107370797678390.post-69108694737033591772011-11-21T18:23:21.909-08:002011-11-21T18:23:21.909-08:00I enjoyed your thoughts on sleepovers, a lot to po...I enjoyed your thoughts on sleepovers, a lot to ponder.<br />Roast brocolli is amazing and I understand why you'd think 'how could something that tastes this good be healthy?" <br />LOVING your daily blog stories.victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11989995280429432939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626107370797678390.post-33959793142993766762011-11-21T17:26:24.854-08:002011-11-21T17:26:24.854-08:00Oh no, I hate this! (That's faced with my suas...Oh no, I hate this! (That's faced with my suasage casserole.) I will never, ever eat fish again. (Not Charlie and Lola, but Mattman after surgical extraction of fishbone.) Uuurgh. (Potato gratin, or Maris Piper slow cooked with chicken in wine and stock.) Brutes. I'd take even vaguely neglectful babysitters, frankly; any type of babysitter would do- let us out! Dawn French autobiography has EXCELLENT chapter on her babysitting- she should definitely make the anthology, and write the foreword too. Don't think I'd be the Nigella of the meals my mother made. I ungratefully remember nothing of my owm mother's repertoire, except that it was all good. But Saturday nights were Dad's culinary time- huge range of cooked from scratch Chinese meals and pies. Goodness, that pastry! My word, the washing up!magsmcchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17278148796772565928noreply@blogger.com