A week or so ago I broke all the rules of the house and climbed around on a ladder in my kitchen. Had to laugh at myself for doing so for a number of reasons, not the least being that I had lined up help to get things cleaned and ready for the upcoming political event being hosted here. Because the day the help was coming coincided with much of the food prep being done in the kitchen, I decided it was on me to do what needed doing as far as cleaning went prior to the food prep. My boy does NOT like me to climb on the ladder or footstool due to my bad knee but I did it anyway because I was intent on getting this done. I paid for the ladder-climbing for several days afterward, as expected. Ice is your friend!
I wiped the cabinet doors, uppers and lowers, using the Pledge multi-finish cleaner, and also opened the doors to wipe off finger prints, etc. As I looked in one cabinet, from a different vantage point than usual, I discovered a partial bag of mini-marshmallows used in a recipe I made many months ago. Oh, how that brought back memories for me....
When I was in grade school in 1960's, my Grandma Sickles lived only a couple blocks from First German. My sisters and I could walk over there once in a while and have lunch with her or just hang out if we felt like it. As memories often are, all I can think of is the time she scorched some tomato soup, so that makes me think it was every time she made it.
Grandma had a drawer in her kitchen which we were allowed to invade, with her permission, of course, and find treasures. Among those treasures were little boxes of raisins, hardened with age, sticks of Wriggley's chewing gum, and mini-marshmallows, also hardened with age. My partial bag is still fresh and springy, but I couldn't help but wish they were a bit hard, like my Grandma's used to be...
