tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post1335710086568592295..comments2024-03-29T08:16:54.069-05:00Comments on Mom's Scribbles: I stole this...Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-3065205833039852322017-10-31T00:28:46.022-05:002017-10-31T00:28:46.022-05:00Rob...These days I can lick the beaters and clean ...Rob...These days I can lick the beaters and clean out the bowl, but it was more fun when I had a passel of kids around arguing about whose turn it was to get the beaters. :)<br /><br />About the only thing I have left to do to get ready for the snow and cold is to make up a big batch of hot chocolate mix. A cup of hot chocolate seems to keep the cold away!<br /> Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-31666432262149730982017-10-30T23:31:33.284-05:002017-10-30T23:31:33.284-05:00I loved licking the beaters, now I have to fight o...I loved licking the beaters, now I have to fight off everyone else....Stay Warm young lady.Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16800149852939042454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-83941187880821191882017-10-30T18:55:03.892-05:002017-10-30T18:55:03.892-05:00Harry...I remember using a big wooden spoon to bea...Harry...I remember using a big wooden spoon to beat batter before my family got an electric mixer. I still often use one rather than go to the trouble of getting the mixer out of the cupboard. I sometimes think it is the memories like these that keep me grounded while the world around me falls apart. Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-54192881160936642012017-10-30T13:24:42.562-05:002017-10-30T13:24:42.562-05:00I can remember being a kid, and waiting in the kit...I can remember being a kid, and waiting in the kitchen when my mom made cakes. I got to "lick the spoon" and "scrape out the bowl." She used a big wooden spoon to beat the batter.Harry Flashmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05071021900005041592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-47460243744369554612017-10-30T11:14:11.983-05:002017-10-30T11:14:11.983-05:00carol fun...You are welcome. I don't often co...carol fun...You are welcome. I don't often comment like I should, but I truly enjoy seeing all that needlework goodness on your blog.<br /><br />The only time I got to lick the beaters was if I did my baking while the kids were in school. Otherwise, I didn't have a chance. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-223045523712043372017-10-30T11:08:06.867-05:002017-10-30T11:08:06.867-05:00Kristina...Isn't it funny how a silly little s...Kristina...Isn't it funny how a silly little sign can bring back memories? It is nice when the memories are good ones, like licking beaters.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-36399204837615901812017-10-30T09:34:43.352-05:002017-10-30T09:34:43.352-05:00Hi Vicki...thanks for the lovely comment about my ...Hi Vicki...thanks for the lovely comment about my blog... that is so sweet of you! And I love that pic from Spinster Stitcher...I don't know what there is about licking the beaters but EVERYONE loves to do it, don't they? Lucky for me I had just 2 kids so they each got one... and I got the bowl!! Take care...hugs!carol funhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01602159377334420359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-27518173846757305472017-10-30T07:25:20.863-05:002017-10-30T07:25:20.863-05:00Ha ha! I always let the birthday girl lick the be...Ha ha! I always let the birthday girl lick the beaters after frosting was made. Yum.Pioneer Woman at Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16533698959389851926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-87847225621161096112017-10-30T05:27:26.705-05:002017-10-30T05:27:26.705-05:00Goatldi...Good for you, Grammie!! It is up to us ...Goatldi...Good for you, Grammie!! It is up to us to make sure our grands get to enjoy some of the simple pleasures like licking the beaters. Sometimes I think our grands are so overprotected that life isn't nearly as much fun for them as it was for us.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-42090349643895237042017-10-29T23:20:09.416-05:002017-10-29T23:20:09.416-05:00Yum raw cookie dough. My DDIL and I were chatting ...Yum raw cookie dough. My DDIL and I were chatting one day. The youngest had made cookies with her Mama. I said "oh yum who got to lick the beaters?" DDIL said "no one you can get sick eating raw eggs." <br /><br />I felt very sad for my two grand girls. Good thing they have a Grammie who bakes,serves up raw batter on beaters and has her own chickens. Goatldihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07222031369656684797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-25076769642357629562017-10-29T18:34:37.813-05:002017-10-29T18:34:37.813-05:00Jess...The dough is good, but nothing beats chocol...Jess...The dough is good, but nothing beats chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven. Or peanut butter cookies. Or gingersnaps. :) Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-25637486727741633242017-10-29T18:32:03.432-05:002017-10-29T18:32:03.432-05:00Jenn...I have to confess to still using a spatula ...Jenn...I have to confess to still using a spatula to get the last drop from the bowl. I know I am supposed to be all grown up, but I am still a kid when it comes to beaters and bowls. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-52908264478172363992017-10-29T18:28:36.626-05:002017-10-29T18:28:36.626-05:00Linda...I'm as bad as the kids. I still can&#...Linda...I'm as bad as the kids. I still can't resist licking the beaters or cleaning out the bowl. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-32589052823572921162017-10-29T18:25:54.563-05:002017-10-29T18:25:54.563-05:00Gorges...My son just left and he said he remembere...Gorges...My son just left and he said he remembered those beater licking days. Now he is diabetic and can't indulge. Life just isn't fair sometimes. I said he had already exceeded his quota with all the raw cookie dough he stole out of the bowl as a kid. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-19082700979792498852017-10-29T18:19:05.512-05:002017-10-29T18:19:05.512-05:00SJ...Store bought - that's just not right. :)...SJ...Store bought - that's just not right. :)<br />I guess as time passes, so does the desire to make all the goodies we did when younger. I don't bake nearly as much as I did when the kids were young - mostly because I eat it and then wind up sitting on it!!Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-57626793900380222302017-10-29T17:13:30.206-05:002017-10-29T17:13:30.206-05:00My mom would let us lick the beaters. We knew the ...My mom would let us lick the beaters. We knew the best was yet to come. Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-60094170090987802622017-10-29T16:08:41.981-05:002017-10-29T16:08:41.981-05:00I remember waiting for the beaters! Must have been...I remember waiting for the beaters! Must have been at my grandmas. My mom didn't spend a lot of time in the kitchen. I also remember that I liked using a spatula to get every last bit of batter from the bowl.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12021355195598601028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-33069991356015361562017-10-29T15:57:59.998-05:002017-10-29T15:57:59.998-05:00I had two who were two years apart. they each got ...I had two who were two years apart. they each got a beater. I got the bowl. Then, I had another five years after the second. I would take a spoon and rub it around the bowl for her. I got the bowl...lol. Eventually, I lost the bowl, but I swiped a finger in there first, and licked my finger. Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-55279984936585605792017-10-29T14:21:28.013-05:002017-10-29T14:21:28.013-05:00I remember the days!I remember the days!Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-88286763785749517032017-10-29T14:14:33.663-05:002017-10-29T14:14:33.663-05:00LOL
My mom used to tell me about all the home bake...LOL<br />My mom used to tell me about all the home baked goodies she made for my brother and sister. As I ate store bought. I was her 3rd - with many many years between.<br />SJAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com