ewww, when my son was 6 my mother made him eat a hot dog that he told her tasted bad.

he was sick for days!

over 20 years later, he still will not eat hot dogs.

I always tell my DH that he must have married me because his Mom and I are alike in certain ways (stubborness and all its demons). But I do freak out when I do the little things that my Mother does, kind of similar to what you did with the turkey!
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It *is* creepy the day that you realize that you are becoming your mom.

I used to hate when, out in public, my mother would see that my face was dirty and wash it by LICKING HER THUMB and rubbing the dirty spot with it. I vowed I would never do this with my kids.

My daughter was in kindergarten the first time I did it--at the bus stop. I think I was more horrified than she was.

We become our mothers. I think it's unavoidable. I fight it every day, but it's happening, anyway. I love my mother dearly, too. I just thought I was someone totally different. I was young and hip!

I recently fought back the urge to use a tea bag twice, saved on a saucer in between uses...just like my mother.

I dodged it too. Very close call. (It's funny how much stronger these urges are getting as I get older.)

I washed a Kleenex with a load of laundry this week and had that same thought. o.0

Yay for the plate!

Oh, and you've seen everything that's interesting over here. Yup. The cat is it.

nope, don't wash sticky meat...too many microbiology classes to do that ;-) i will rinse poultry though before cooking...not entirely sure why but my mother always did...oh dear lol

no one will develop food poisoning if you glue together a broken chicken plate ;-)

Hiya,

to find out if meat is spoiled try feeding some to a cat (if you have one). A cat, however hungry they are, will not touch spoiled meat!!!

Cheers Eva

I just came across this post for you, Sandy.

http://www.deliciousdays.com/archives/2007/01/12/neat-meat-do-you-wash-it/

Recently I've caught myself chewing like my mother. Not that there was anything *wrong* with the way she chewed, but I want to be ME, and come up with my very own way of chewing. I went out with a bunch of bloggers after spinning guild and I couldn't hear a word they were saying I was concentrating so hard on my Freedom of Chewing. She warned me; she told me one day I'd look in the mirror and see her hands pop out of my sleeve as I put on my shirt. She also said I'd be horrified. She was right. Now I think maybe it wasn't so much a warning as a threat.

Timely post - I'm going to visit my mother this weekend. And while I love her dearly, I don't want to BE her. I'm doing the Picture a Day too, and just added the flickr thingy to my sidebar! We must be on the save wavelength today.

Actually, I was thinking it might be fun if you DID come over and show me!

As for the whole becoming your mom bit? I couldn't agree more. And recently I got a bit of revenge for all the "mommness" showing up in me. I took a picture of my mom at Cracker Barrel and I looked at it once I uploaded it to the 'puter and who should be staring back at me but my GIGI!!(my grandma) From the way her hair was done, to the way her hand was under her chin and the way she was holding her coffee cup, My mom WAS my Grandma...and that was a very satisfying moment.

Fact: I always rinse off hot dogs when I take them out of the package. Doesn't matter if they are brand-new, I still do it. I had no idea that wasn't commonly done!

That was a close one.

First-time commenter, but I had to respond about your chicken plate. My 7yo daughter, a horse fanatic, bought one of those collector's plates featuring a Morgan horse at a yard sale -- and not 3 minutes later dropped it and shattered it on the sidewalk. She couldn't even find all the pieces. My plan -- if I can convince her of it, and maybe even if I can't -- is to break it even more, and turn it into a broken tile mosaic, perhaps set in a serving tray. Something like this:http://www.thejoyofshards.co.uk/picassiette/garden.shtml. Anyway, it's something to consider, although the thought of taking a hammer to the chicken plate to break it *more* might make you a bit queasy!

Hi Sandy! I lurve your snowmen. Oh, and it's a well known fact that the penalty for rinsing meat is ... let's see ... 1 mile, yeah that's right ;-) .

Yeah. Ummmm. I can honestly say I have never washed meat.

if joe wants to piss me off he'll tell me that i'm acting like my mother.

thanks for the shout out. isn't flickr fun?

Oh, I hate it when that happens.