Girl Time and Giggles

I just spent a wonderful couple of days with my two sisters and my daughter.  We had some much needed  "girl time".  We laughed and giggled and swapped crazy stories.  We reminisced with stories from our childhoods.  It was a special time together, and one that we don't do nearly enough.

One of our favorite childhood stories is about the time that my younger sister, Carol, and I tried to make fudge when we were home alone.  Mom was at the grocery store, and we decided to try our hand at making homemade fudge.  We had watched our granny do it, so figured it wouldn't be so hard.  As soon as Mom left, we went into the kitchen and started gathering the ingredients.  Our plan was to make the fudge, and then hide the fudge from Mom.  After all, we didn't want her to know we had been cooking while she was away.  We each made our own pan of fudge to see whose would turn out the best.

Well, my fudge was as hard as a rock.  It wouldn't even come out of the pan after several raps on the edge of the counter.  Carol's fudge was like taffy, and hers wouldn't come out of the pan either.  So we did the only thing we could think of at the time.

We went into the backyard, dug a hole, and buried the pans in the backyard.  We then went inside and cleaned up the mess.  When Mom came home, there was no trace of our adventure in fudge-making.

Mom never missed her pans or the ingredients we used for the fudge.  It wasn't until Carol and I were grown and mothers ourselves that we told Mom about what we did.  She chuckled...something I know she would not have done all of those years ago.

Sometimes waiting is a good thing.

                                                                      Me and Carol