Our son arrived here this morning after driving all night from California. We spent the afternoon sorting through some boxes of memorabilia we have stored for him. It was entertaining to watch him sort, and I added a few items to my "grandma" toy collection.
I pulled out a recipe book that he gave me for Mother's Day when he was seven. His teacher had the class write down their favorite recipes from memory, then she made copies and put them into booklets for the moms. I treasure it as one of my favorite gifts.
The recipes almost seem legit until you look close, then you see a cake recipe requiring a gallon of milk stirred into a cake mix; or rice made by adding water, stirring it together, dumping the water out, then cooking just the rice.
Here's my son's recipe entry:
3 cups oatmeal
3 cups water
1 tablespoon water
2 teaspoons brown sugar
Put oatmeal and water into the pan. Put pan in the microwave at low for 2 min. Take out of microwave and put brown sugar on it. Stir it. Add milk.
Cute. I'm going to keep him... and the recipe booklet.