The good ol’ spatula

It’s funny how memories work.  I was doing the dishes and rinsing out my spatula.  Then I remember my mom making coconut cream pie.  It wasn’t anything fancy.  I think everything was from a box.  But she added vanilla extract, orange rinds etc… to make it a bit more interesting.  After she finished, I would make sure I was first in line to lick the bowls, spoons and even the mixer blades.  If my siblings were there, she had to figure out how to divvy everything up fairly. 

Then one day, instead of using a wooden spoon, she used a spatula.  I marveled at how efficient it was.  This must be a work of a genius.  When she was done, there wasn’t much anything to lick.  Even the mixer blades were pretty clean.  The 3 of us fought for those scraps like hungry hyenas.  Clearly this spatula was an invention of some sick person who didn’t like children.  I think the next time she made pie, she didn’t scrape the bowl that cleanly anymore.  Peace was restored. 

 

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