My mom was the world's worst cook. I think she learned from her mother and I've already told you how that went.
I recall once when I was about 7 that she decided to make a "crumb cake" from some kind of mix. It was well advertised. The entire pan was filled with crumbs.
My brother ate it with a spoon.
Bad memories.
I recall once when I was about 7 that she decided to make a "crumb cake" from some kind of mix. It was well advertised. The entire pan was filled with crumbs.
My brother ate it with a spoon.
Bad memories.