Well, Jim’s mother and grandmother celebrated on Saturday and my mother is gone so Sunday was a free pass for lunch and a movie. Even our dog loved that because she got her treat before we walked out the door. Margie and Nanny each got rose bushes from two of her favorite grandsons and their families. We did our part, paid for some, and Jim’s brother had to dig the holes and plant Nanny’s because we were 1,500 miles away, watching a movie.
I remember always trying to plan breakfast in bed for Mom and she hated breakfast in bed. We got the refrigerater rolls of orange and cinnamon, and cooked them in the oven (I was 8, my sister was six) and we tried to make eggs but our parents would come out into the kitchen and we were busted. We tried, anyway.
There are too many moms I know so we only do roses for Margie and Nanny. And I’m glad Jim doesn’t do any scary stuff making me our dog’s mother. I’ll reciprocate for Fathers’ Day. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 