The best Christmas dinner I never had was one year when my mother hosted the family - about 25, in all, counting ankle-biters and rug rats - for dinner. So many people, rented a tent for the back yard and had the "affair" catered.
As usual, when most of the 6 sons in the family are together, "The Beast" had been born and was already working its phsycic horror on the gathering. Ron started it, asking if youngest brother "Joe-wee-wee" still wet his bed. Then Sis made the unfortunate, if somewhat also undiplomatic, observation that the mashed potatoes were too lumpy.
Well, Mom couldn't have her kids taking the center stage. So she filled her spoon with those lumpy 'taters and catapulted them at Sis. An hour later after everyone was hosed off, they went down to Denny's to eat.
Got any good yarns about YOUR Mom and holiday food fights?
2007-12-01
23:54:01
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Der Lange
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