Banana Pudding Bowl Blasphemy

imageSee this innocuous-looking dish.  It doesn’t look like it could break up a marriage, but you just wait. Bud chose this dish when he and his sisters divided his mother’s belongings shortly after her death.  He brought it home, showed it to me, and told it was what she’d always made banana pudding in.  Not realizing the significance of that statement, I callously baked a chicken in it less than a week later..  He came in, was delighted to see “The Banana Pudding Bowl” sitting on the stove.  He attempted to lift the lid to admire the pudding and burned his fingers.  I never heard such howling and deprecations before or since. I came to understand that bowl was only for banana pudding

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      • In my experience, it is indeed hopeless to compete with a man’s Mama’s cooking, or absolutely anything else about her.

        This is a double edged sword, for the only thing worse for your position long term than competing with Mama is not ever being able to live up to her.

        It’s a lose-lose, but then, as Linda has pointed out very wisely in her books, neither logic nor reason have traditionally been considered actually necessary when fixin’ blame on the wimmin…

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