Childhood Memories

Do you ever have a random childhood memory pop into your head? Well, tonight while I was trying to go to sleep a most hilarious memory came back to me. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to blog my memory.

If I remember right, I was probably in Jr. High when this memory occurred. It was a unique night, for my Mom had gone somewhere and my Dad was home with my sister and I. I grew up on a farm and we were rarely not all together in the evenings. My sister and I got a wonderful idea to make milkshakes. We had a favorite recipe that Mom would make. They really were more like Frostys than milkshakes, but we decided to try it on our own. I can still remember what the recipe book looked like. It was one of those that came with the blender and therefore did not have much color or pictures. ( I don't think they give out recipe books with blenders anymore. Too bad.) We found the recipe book and were ready to blend. How hard could it be? Just add the sweetened condensed milk, the chocolate, and lots of ice. Things were going quite well. We even remembered to put the center of the top back on after putting the ice in. (Even a junior higher knows that the milkshake will spray all over if this part of the lid is not reinserted.)

What happened next will always be in my memory when I make milkshakes and when I use a wooden spoon. Things went really awry! Lots of ice was our problem. The blender started to bog down as they do when the liquid is too thick. My Dad luckily came to our rescue and grabbed a wooden spoon out of the drawer below. He took off that center piece of the lid and stuck the wooden spoon into the operating blender. This was not your $9.99 blender and therefore did not stop at the obstruction, but continued to blend whatever came in its pathway. When we heard the chopping noise, we knew that we were in trouble. I do not remember what happened next or how Dad got the spoon out or the blender off, but he did. I remember him revealing to us the blended wooden spoon. A chunk of the wooden spoon was missing. Dad then decided that all would not be lost and he would remove the wooden pieces from the milkshakes. Now my sister and I were not educated in cooking, but we didn't think this was a good idea. We preferred to just throw out the shakes and snack on something different. Dad insisted that it would be fine and that he would just remove the large piece missing from the milkshake. And he did. All was well, until my sister and I sat down in front of the T.V. to enjoy our wonderful milkshakes, when little shavings of wood began to appear in our mouth after slurping up the milkshake with our straws. Have you ever had wood in your mouth? It is not an experience to be quickly forgotten. Thus, here I am many years later, trying to sleep and remembering the wooden spoon and the milkshakes!

Thanks Dad for the great memory!!