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Oh, it's on, bitch.

  • Jun. 17th, 2008 at 9:02 AM
cooking
spottylogic
Visited my grandmother at her new assisted-living home. Nice place.

Brought a large box of cookies with me, I'd made them the night before. One batch of good gingersnaps, one batch of okay white chocolate almond. I put them on the kitchen table for anyone that wanted some.

One older woman had a few and wandered off, coming back a little later...

Old woman: "Who made these cookies?"
Me: "Oh, I did. Help yourself."
Old woman: "Oh, I did. They're good."
Me: "Thank you!"
Old woman: "...but not as good as mine."

*mutter, mutter.*

Next time, I'm bringing out the rolled icebox butter cookies of coronary shutdown. If she survives, she'll take that back.
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chrisloy
Jun. 17th, 2008 02:18 pm (UTC)
Dude! I can't believe anyone would knock you cookies in any manner. Then again thinking about it she was probably just trying to engage you in conversation and get you to ask for her recipe.
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spottylogic
Jun. 17th, 2008 02:53 pm (UTC)
You're probably right, next time I'll pester her for her secrets :) I'd filed it under "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple, and say whatever I'd enjoy saying."
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paka
Jun. 17th, 2008 05:04 pm (UTC)
Oy. You are just such an ideal 1950s suburbanite sometimes, you know that, right?
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spottylogic
Jun. 17th, 2008 05:10 pm (UTC)
Say that to me in Austin, and I'll feed you your spots, sir :) My only defense is that I'm not biologically a housewife.
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obonic
Jun. 17th, 2008 10:03 pm (UTC)
hahaha! Oh Snap! it's ONNNN!!!
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spottylogic
Jun. 18th, 2008 05:22 pm (UTC)
*snicker*
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obonic
Jun. 18th, 2008 05:30 pm (UTC)
hehehe
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eris_star
Jun. 18th, 2008 03:45 am (UTC)
A while back, there was a Good Eats episode that was something of a parody of Iron Chef (I think the food item was bacon). It was held in a junkyard, and the competition was fought tooth and nail.

I have this mental image of you and some frail old woman, going at it head-to-head in a Battle of the Bakers. She'd be sneaky, using her wrinkled appearance to hide the fact that she actually has an army of tiny helper robots. Or maybe she's an alien, I haven't quite decided.
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spottylogic
Jun. 18th, 2008 05:23 pm (UTC)
I can handle it if combat goes physical. And she's one of those mumu-shaped older women, not the spindly kind, so there's plenty of storage/concealment for robot helpers, it's not out of the question.
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lhexa
Jun. 18th, 2008 06:45 am (UTC)
...A conflict like this calls for judges. Many judges. ^_^

Oh, and welcome to my generally neglected Livejournal, now that I've welcomed myself to yours. *waves*
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spottylogic
Jun. 18th, 2008 05:24 pm (UTC)
Heh. I fear most of the judges are going to be wrinkly old people. On the plus side, I can tell them they voted for me and they'll probably go for it.
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