You know when you were a kid and your mom let you lick the beaters? You would always beg her. You'd try to sneak a taste when she turned her back. And when she finally relented and let you have a beater of your own, it almost tasted better than the final product? Some things don't change.
Sunday, 14 September 2008
Mmmmmm
Posted by Jen and Alec at 9:01 pm
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Oh yeah! Beaters are the best. Even now.
What a sweet mom you are passing on that tradition!
Beaters are awesome!
And now, as a mom, you cringe inside, thinking of the raw eggs and bacteria, but cross your fingers and say a silent prayer that they won't die. Or is that just me?
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