When there was nothing but bread to eat, we could make jam
sandwiches -- tear a slice of bread in half and jam the two
pieces together.
When I was about fifty, I learned that Mom thought she was
fooling us!
I also learned that when I thought she was saying "Since
there is nothing else to eat at the annual oyster supper,
dip the broth off the oyster soup -- it doesn't taste
*quite* as bad as the oysters themselves -- and try to
pretend that you are eating potato soup.", she thought she
was fooling me into thinking that she was giving me potato soup!
I suppose that since oysters were a rare and delectable
treat, she couldn't comprehend how *vile* they taste. Every
ten or twenty years I bite into an oyster because I can't
believe that anything non-toxic can taste as bad as I
remember them.
I'm about due.
Must be a recessive gene -- everyone else in the family
adored oysters.
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