Before my feet even hit my fuzzy slippers, my mind is on my breakfast of chocolate chips. It's always been that way, for as long as I can remember... which is actually only as far back as about two weeks ago. I'm someone's grandmother (times four!), after all.
At any rate, this first post is a hearty "howdy" and a hand-shake; Sherise and I will be visiting this spot frequently, she from her digs in Idaho, and I from my home in Colorado. And we will be updating the blog with news about our book, My Mom Invented Bad Food, which will be available this summer through our web site, http://www.momsandfood.com/. We are very excited to share some of our very favorite, not to mention scariest, food memories -- mine of chocolate that go back, lo, those two weeks as well as "Skittering Calamari" and "Pinto Bean Pie" -- and hers of "Burnt Boyfriend Cookies" and the famous "Eggs a la Blue Light Special."
And we're willing to wager everyone out there has at least one bad food story to share, even you big, burly men. If it's not too painful, take a stroll/stumble down Memory Lane and dredge up the tale and the recipe for "Mom's Lead-Filled Pancakes" or whatever, and keep your notes close by. We'll have special instructions for you to send them to us later on, and we'll share them with the world.
In the meantime, as they say in those fancy restaurants, "Bon appetit!" (That's French for "pass the chocolate, Bogart!")
Love y'all
Kathleen
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