The woman with the most elegant home,
Wins an all-paid vacation to the city of Rome.
And the mother who births the smartest babies,
Gets a brand-new, red, convertible Mercedes.
And the woman who chants, “I’m so busy” the most,
Gains the respect of all, on account of her boast.
So for goodness sake, I hope you’re keeping score,
Cause if there ain’t no prizes, then what’s it all for?
Carol Brady was dead, to begin with. Actually, she was never alive to begin with, as she’s a fictional character. But beings how she is the epitome of a perfect mother, Carol Brady was dead as a doornail.
That doesn’t change the fact that on this Mother’s Day, Carol Brady visited C.J., late in the evening, when kids and Husband were out of the house because, let’s be honest, they knew that’s what she wanted.
“CeeeJaaayyy,” Carol Brady said, in a tone most spooky and weird for a 70s sitcom mom.
“Yeah?” C.J. replied, sipping her blueberry margarita, which she made because she had some leftover blueberries she didn’t know what to do with, and she’s not sure how she feels about the margarita because, you know, blueberries.
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You might remember a few weeks ago, I made the declaration that I would tame the beast that was my cookbook collection. Today we continue our journey into the mouth of the dragon. (I need to stop reading so many fantasy novels.)
I dug into the pile and chose this one: Taste and See, published in 1996. It’s a church cookbook of Mother’s, from a church they only attended for a few years. I was about to toss it in the donate pile – it’s not like it meant anything to me — when I thought, no, better check it over. I might get a post out of it.
Surprisingly, there were several decent recipes in it. Not your usual church potluck fare. In fact, I was finding several recipes of interest.
Then… what to my wondering eyes should appear? I see Mother’s name!
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