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BrentB

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Since baking is being discussed.......

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite biscuits
wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted
himself from the bed.

Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and
with
even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled
downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame,
gazing
into the kitchen.

Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in
heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table
were
literally hundreds of his favourite biscuits.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted wife of
sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
landing on his knees in crumpled posture. His aged and withered hand
trembled towards a biscuit at the edge of the table, when it was
suddenly
smacked by his wife with a spatula.............
















"F#ck off" she said, "They're for the funeral."
 
Jeez, Brent. Just when I was workin' up a tear the old boy and I got smacked in the forehead. We was just reachin'...

Just proves that five or 95, cookies and biscuits need permission.
 
This story reminds me of when I was a small kid, we lived in S. Calif. During earthquakes, our family would stand under the door ways. During one such earthquake, I wasn't with everyone else and they started looking for me, only to find me on the kitchen counter with a surprised look on my face of being caught in the act of crime. You see, prior to the earthquake striking, I had pulled out some drawers in the kitchen, so I could "ladder" up on them and climb onto the kitchen counter to reach the cookies in the cookie jar. It was after I had successfully made it to the top of the kitchen counter that the earthquake struck.
 
Smart kid, good timing. Meanwhile, all earthly shimmering aside, some of us annoying crumb crunchers used not the obvious drawers, but the obliging, four legged accomplice named Duke.
:dog
 
Brent":3tqmfqr5 said:
Since baking is being discussed.....
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Thank you, Brent. It was a good joke that brought back poignant memories.

True story: Twenty years ago my grandmother knew she was passing, Hospice was already involved and she was at home on morphine drip. The immediate family gathered and my uncle discovered several frozen pies in her freezer and asked about them. She had baked them well in advance, knowing the family would gather and wanted them served after the funeral. This classic Italian lady, surviving on just Social Security, had also socked away (literally under a rug in her bedroom) $2,000 to be used for travel expenses for relatives who couldn't afford to come to her funeral. We now have a "Family Legend" that will outlast us all....

Don
 
Don-

Great story!

My mom, at 89, has everything set aside and paid for, even down to writing her own obituary! And she's still frugal with everthing, partially so she can leave us something, which we don't need at all. Dedicated and loyal to the end! Joe.
 
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