tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post7844621062304877690..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Dough SnakesDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-64123543643108167572011-10-18T09:03:09.718-06:002011-10-18T09:03:09.718-06:00EWWWWWWWWW DI! SNAKES? MY MOM WAS A GREAT COOK ...EWWWWWWWWW DI! SNAKES? MY MOM WAS A GREAT COOK BUT WAS A PINCH AND DAB COOK, GUESS ME AND DAUGHTER ARE TOO. MY POOR MEASURING CUP! LOL<br /><br />linda_bass@hotmail.comhotcha12https://www.blogger.com/profile/15604525565464894250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-52343822516345943842011-10-18T08:55:26.535-06:002011-10-18T08:55:26.535-06:00I love the expression of dump cook:) I myself nee...I love the expression of dump cook:) I myself need to strictly follow a recipe as my dump meals are disasters and we end up going out for dinner.The Adventurerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03129815174861478639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-57292019201540730072011-10-18T08:34:49.913-06:002011-10-18T08:34:49.913-06:00You are very talented at recreating a memory with ...You are very talented at recreating a memory with words.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05624363362005982902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-30031358801738067852011-10-17T20:04:21.935-06:002011-10-17T20:04:21.935-06:00After reading this, I have the biggest smile on my...After reading this, I have the biggest smile on my face!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-28836210783260458432011-10-17T20:03:54.292-06:002011-10-17T20:03:54.292-06:00these are the best memories
My Mom would cook lik...these are the best memories <br />My Mom would cook like that too <br />A bit of this a bit of that.<br />I 'd ask her for he recipe and she would never say.<br />But everything turned out delicious.:)A Lady's Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11973102350411443282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-6271772410878178502011-10-17T13:48:17.606-06:002011-10-17T13:48:17.606-06:00lol I can handle this kind of snake. What a fun m...lol I can handle this kind of snake. What a fun mom!laughwithusbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12260691954753095445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-17915763914206758602011-10-17T11:22:15.377-06:002011-10-17T11:22:15.377-06:00My mom was no cook. No disrespect, she knew it. ...My mom was no cook. No disrespect, she knew it. Except pot roast on Sunday. But--my grandma and great-grandma made up for it. In my great grandma's kitchen, that snake turned into clover leaf rolls--three little bits in each muffin tin. My grandma made noodles. A big pile of flour on the counter, make a hole in the middle, put in some eggs and go to it. I'd forgotten the rolls and noodles. And watching. Thanks!Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-50593996356536735502011-10-17T10:33:18.694-06:002011-10-17T10:33:18.694-06:00Ha ha! This post cracks me up. I actually had to...Ha ha! This post cracks me up. I actually had to giggle a little at your "Or rolls, for anyone who doesn't feel comfortable calling them 'buns'." comment. That just made me laugh... I love rolls, but my buns don't! lol... My buns just keeping getting larger and larger thanks to the rolls I eat! haha I love that your mom would play with you like that. That sounds just like something I would do to my kids. :)Gingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08343850343665764276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-81200441665791572922011-10-17T10:10:49.316-06:002011-10-17T10:10:49.316-06:00Fun stuff.....the old time cooks knew what they we...Fun stuff.....the old time cooks knew what they were doing didn't they? Gram would make pie dough and biscuit dough right on the counter..no bowls involved. Needless to say I was glued right to her side throughout.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com