Missing Morsels
False
Funniest Baking Story
Missing Morsels
Give us a chuckle
At home on the East Side of Buffalo NY, Nestle chocolate chips cookies were baked at our family home every other week not just at special occassions. There was always that bag of Nestle morsels in the
0
Cat:Baking MemoriesForum:BakingMemory-3
Cat:Baking MemoriesForum:BakingMemory-3Discussion:2A7AB88F-A01E-4D5D-A13E-4A6EEBDD71EA

Forums » Baking Memories » Funniest Baking Story » Missing Morsels

You must be logged in to contribute. Log in | Register
 
Forums  »  Baking Memories  »  Funniest Baking Story  »  Missing Morsels

Missing Morsels

posted at 11/9/2008 6:31 PM EST
Posts: 1
First: 11/9/2008
Last: 11/9/2008
At home on the East Side of Buffalo NY, Nestle chocolate chips cookies were baked at our family home every other week not just at special occassions. There was always that bag of Nestle morsels in the last cabinet on the bottom shelf of the top right side of the cupboard. Once in a while we kids would climb on the cupboard and rummage through the shelves. It had been known on many baking occassions that the bag of chocolate chips had mysteriously been opened and a few chips would disappear. My father culprit #1 would laugh and tell my mother a mouse must of gotten into the bag. I being culprit #2 (10 years old) would immediately chime in agreement. My younger brother culprit #3
(six years old) would just run away.

My mother decided to bake cookies that morning. We three were watching TV in the parlor. When we heard her say Toll House cookies a smile came across all our faces for we all knew that when she used out this bag for baking she'd have to buy another full bag of delicious chips which we all at one time or another would plunder.

Well as it happened, most unfortunately for us, this Thanksgiving some how we all managed to dip into this one bag and almost emptied it.

From the kitchen we heard my mother say out loud," you got to be kidding me." My brother Jim shot upstairs like a scared cat. My father got up and went into the kitchen and after a few under the breath words had been spoken, my father returned to the parlor sat down and whispered to me-tell your brother from now on we are only allowed 3 chocolate chips a piece. Put your coat on you have to go to the store for your mother.

As I walked to the corner grocery store I remember thinking to myself, it was a good thing that our little sister Susie who was three years old didn't know how to climb up on the cupboard yet!!

We were a close & happy family. We never had much money but there were always memories that stay with you and everytime I bake my own cookies, when I reach for that bag of Morsels one of my best one's come back.
Also, I figure my father covered for us kids because we never got yelled at that day!
Always knew he was a cool dad.
Sharon Stephan

Forums » Baking Memories » Funniest Baking Story » Missing Morsels