tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112322789600903296.post7380981489292464262..comments2022-04-01T21:51:30.655-07:00Comments on Bitchin' Vittles: Mother may I not eat this crap?Momma Moosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16660753981670995869noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112322789600903296.post-8889493342418729132010-11-06T22:41:54.352-07:002010-11-06T22:41:54.352-07:00Oh my, but you make a story and recipe fun to read...Oh my, but you make a story and recipe fun to read! Yes, I was raised in a large Catholic family too. (My mom never would have homeschooled us though, that was the schools job and food was extremely sparse.) I remember those awful pans with stains, burned spots, warped bottoms, and broken handles. Not only that but everything was size extra large. Not knowing any better, the first pan I ever bought after getting married was an eight quart pan. I still laugh at myself. A pan that size for two people? What was I thinking?<br /><br />The egg foo young sounds delicious. I need to have someone over to eat it though, unless we can freeze some. At any rate, I will have to buy that OYSTER sauce. Cash and carry here I come . . .A. Spieringhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15557567427894301947noreply@blogger.com