Ten baby chicks and their momma. Spring/summer is definitely here!
Thanks, PF. That was beautiful.
Yesterday I had a smile provided by my Dad, gone now for over 2 years.
I needed white vinegar for my cakes and had used the last of my bottle. I thought I was done with the chocolate cake so didn't rush out to get any. When I decided I needed one more cake I realized I was out of this key ingredient to my recipe. Then I remembered something and smiled widely - not because I had vinegar, but how I had it.
When I was young we would get honey in little bear shaped bottles. My Dad loved vinegar on his french fries and so my Mom washed out one of the empty bears and put vinegar in it. I think I was 7 or 8. It was always known as the vinegar bear (as opposed to honey bear). When we moved my Dad in with us 6 years ago I found the vinegar bear in the cupboard and he was still using it on his fries. So I took it and gave it to him each time I served fries and each time he would tell the story of how it came to be.
So, when I was out of vinegar I suddenly remembered and went hunting in the cupboard. Sure enough, there was the vinegar bear waiting for duty. I looked up with a teary smile and said "Thanks, Dad".
Vinegar, like good memories, doesn't go bad.
Thanks, PF. That was beautiful.
Yesterday I had a smile provided by my Dad, gone now for over 2 years.
I needed white vinegar for my cakes and had used the last of my bottle. I thought I was done with the chocolate cake so didn't rush out to get any. When I decided I needed one more cake I realized I was out of this key ingredient to my recipe. Then I remembered something and smiled widely - not because I had vinegar, but how I had it.
When I was young we would get honey in little bear shaped bottles. My Dad loved vinegar on his french fries and so my Mom washed out one of the empty bears and put vinegar in it. I think I was 7 or 8. It was always known as the vinegar bear (as opposed to honey bear). When we moved my Dad in with us 6 years ago I found the vinegar bear in the cupboard and he was still using it on his fries. So I took it and gave it to him each time I served fries and each time he would tell the story of how it came to be.
So, when I was out of vinegar I suddenly remembered and went hunting in the cupboard. Sure enough, there was the vinegar bear waiting for duty. I looked up with a teary smile and said "Thanks, Dad".
Vinegar, like good memories, doesn't go bad.
That's a beautiful story - especially for a vinegar fiend like me