Cookin' With Leo
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Best Recipe for Mom on Mothers Day.
Well now, all you young’uns, what got Moms
a’waitin’ around in anticipation, however they’re waitin’, this here is
your chance to give her a real pickup, hell no not the truck, better’n that.
A long time ago I found out that pleasin’ MA and MOMS in general always
paid off. Of course my Dear
Italian Fairy Godmother loved me dearly and visited me quite often, and always
reeked of garlic and wore medals of the Blessed Virgin, to keep the evil spirits
away, she said (was sure to keep somethin’ away), and implanted all my Italian
Recipes in my head with one big swoosh of her magic wand.
And, my dear Irish Grandmother who knew hundreds of recipes given to her
by her ancestor Patrick, and passed them on to me because she knew I was a smart
little boy and would know how to interpret them for sweet tooth cure, but bless
the dear soul, she couldn’t berl water herself.
And my other Grandma what couldn’t tell you how much of anything went
where in any recipe, but could bake a cake or pie from scratch without no
measurements at all, or have a meal ready an’ waitin’ no matter when you got
home. All them sweet MOMS passed on to me the goodies
that I write about in this column. An’
now, here’s me an’ yo’ns chance to give somethin’ back to MOM on her
what we need to do.
early, and clean out the pickup, especially the front seat, and a squish or two
of that sweet smellin’ phew will help, better yet spray a little of Ol’
Blue’s flea powder around the front seat, he always leaves them little
critters behind. And, of course, if
you cleaned the pickup you better get cleaned up too.
that you an’ the pickup is clean and smellin’ fresh, go get MA and take her
to her favorite church and get there on time for a change. And even if you
don’t like goin’ there yourself do it anyway for MA, you can put up with one
o’them pulpit pounders for one day.
that she is heavenly blessed, so to speak, and she has gabbed with the preacher
a bit, take her off to the big city and to the best joint in town.
One o’ them fancy restaurants, what’s got them monkey suited guys
openin’ doors for you. Now mind you, you better let MA off at the front door
and not let them Valet Parkin’ Boys run off with the pickup, best you park it
yourself cause them kids can play hell with clutches and gears.
you get MA inside make sure you got some bucks in your pocket ‘cause not all
them waiters in tuxedos will even give you a chair if you don’t give ‘em a
buck or two. And, make sure, with
another buck or two, that MA is seated right where she wants to be in a nice
comfortable chair at a nice candlelit table.
An’, if you passed a few more bucks around there will be flowers on the
since this is Mothers Day, you tell her you ain’t cookin’ a gol dern thing
today, an’ your gonna’ get her everything she likes.
take good care of MA now, Ya’heah!