Margie was right

August 15, 2013 at 6:04 pm Leave a comment

Years ago one of our favorite breakfasts was Kirby Lane gingerbread pancake mix  using an iron that makes waffles in the shape of Texas with a lone star in the middle! This morning was my first time to make them in over a year, but Texas never tasted so good.

As I mixed ingredients, I remembered what I said at her internment several days ago. In the middle of the service we had a “naming” of sharing short incidents from Margaret’s life. I started by saying that we had a collegial, loving relationship; for example she was the cook — great and creative cook. Often I helped her. As she prepared things she would glance at me and say, “You’ll never be a cook; you’re a chemist, measuring everything.” And I did: 2/3 cup of milk she would have guessed in a full cup measure but I had to find the 1/3-cup and fill it twice; so Margie was right! The recipe makes enough that I froze some to pop in the toaster — good!

Mixing ingredients my neuro-muscular IBM caused me to drop things.

 

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