Friday, September 19, 2008

Our Secret Recipe

Many years ago -- it doesn't seem like many years ago to me, but it was -- I bought a nice set of three nested ceramic bowls from The Brickyard, outside of Shell Lake, Wisconsin.  I loved that place!  The Brickyard is an old two-room brick schoolhouse which a couple bought, remodeled, and converted into a home on one side and art studio on the other.  The owners were potters and they opened the studio to local artists to display their talents. It was a few miles from the beautiful countryside where I spent my last days as a single woman, and I bought the bowls for a lasting souvenir of the wonderful days  when I lived in northwestern Wisconsin.  In time, I dropped the largest of the bowls, the one that would have been perfect for mixing bread in, and sometime later I broke the middle bowl, too. The big bowl was a total loss, but the middle sized bowl still sits on top of my kitchen cupboard, next to its little sibling, barely hanging on to its broken piece with Elmer's Glue. I never use it, because washing it will dissolve the glue. But I still enjoy the memories it brings.

And now?  Now I have a new memory to associate with that special, mama-bear sized bowl.  Booklover used it to mix her dry ingredients for chocolate chip cookies the other day.  And if you know what kind of a housekeeper I am, you can guess what happened.  When I grabbed hold of the edge of the bowl to give the flour, baking soda, and salt once last stir, an inch of dust fell into my hand. I stopped mid-stir and gaped at the gross collection of fuzz, desert dust, and dead human skin cells.  "Um, Amy," I said, "You didn't happen to wipe out this bowl before you dumped the flour in it, did you?" "No, Mom, why?" I showed her why.  "Oh... do you think anyone will be able to taste it?" she asks.  "We'll just tell them it's a secret ingredient," I answered.    So we did.  The cookies are almost gone, except for some unbaked dough in the fridge. No one has mentioned a funny taste, and no one has died, so I guess they're okay....?  I now have another cleaning item to add to the chore schedule I have been working on for weeks, the one that never seems to materialize...

Really.  The cookies aren't bad!  (Chocolate can cure anything.)  But Mary, let this be a lesson to you.  Be careful what you ask for, LOL!


  1. Ah Um, when we do finally get to visit you, I think we will bring our own cookies. LOL Our cookies will be the ones made with butter that the cat sneakly licked earlier that day.

  2. Oh, man, that's funny. Also the reason I don't have open shelves. My stuff is just like that. Really, though, who has time to clean bowls that are sitting on the shelves?

  3. LOL!!

    God made dirt, so dirt can't hurt......

    Sweet memories except for the sad parts :-)

  4. That was funny. Have a great day.


  5. Too funny!! I think you should have a day dedicated to everyone posting their cooking stories. I think we would all be amazed at how much we really let go!! Too funny!!!!

    Thanks for the laugh.

    Merlynn Randall

  6. I really like the pictures you paint with words. I can see the bowls.

    Thanks for comment on my blog. That awful little poem was to a friend who is always comment on my blog but has never written.

  7. I think you'd eat a chocolate chip cookie no matter what! :)

  8. LOL! That's too funny!

    (You can just say that the secret ingredient is 'love' and that's why they taste extra special.) ;-)



  9. Ok. I soooooo glad someone else has done that!!! See, they didn't even know the difference!! he he he

    I started checking afterwards. We kept it quiet if the kids forgot!! he he he Dad never new!!


  10. I tend to turn a blind eye when it comes to chocolate.

    Blessings, Julie

  11. now that was disgusting! It reminds me of a similar incident in which my guests at a Tupperware party I was hosting for a friend did not drink my iced tea that my husband made...!


  12. Tasted great. I ate 3 dozen before I noticed the first dust ball.


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