This is short--and hopefully cute.
When I was 15 my mom started experimenting with new recipes. The results were wonderful. She was a really good cook. One evening (when I was 18), she was in a very happy mood as we started dinner. She was acting...kind of silly. It was cute, but I was a little confounded by it. I'd never seen her act that way. After a few minutes she stopped, stared at me for a few seconds, then stared at my dad, then back at me. Then she started giggling. She giggled so hard she could barely explain why. Finally she was able to get out, "You two look just alike" (she later clarified she meant we had the same expression). And she laughed...and laughed.
I learned later that the recipe included a little sherry--only a little. As my mom prepared the dish, she tasted the sauce several times (to get it right) and she ended up sauced herself. LOL! I can't prove it, but I have no doubt that she had the LOWEST possible tolerance for alcohol.
I felt mildly insulted for a moment ("just alike" :P), but it was a really fun dinner. I'd had many opportunities to see my parents as people (and not just parents) before then, but it was a nice reminder.
When I was 15 my mom started experimenting with new recipes. The results were wonderful. She was a really good cook. One evening (when I was 18), she was in a very happy mood as we started dinner. She was acting...kind of silly. It was cute, but I was a little confounded by it. I'd never seen her act that way. After a few minutes she stopped, stared at me for a few seconds, then stared at my dad, then back at me. Then she started giggling. She giggled so hard she could barely explain why. Finally she was able to get out, "You two look just alike" (she later clarified she meant we had the same expression). And she laughed...and laughed.
I learned later that the recipe included a little sherry--only a little. As my mom prepared the dish, she tasted the sauce several times (to get it right) and she ended up sauced herself. LOL! I can't prove it, but I have no doubt that she had the LOWEST possible tolerance for alcohol.
I felt mildly insulted for a moment ("just alike" :P), but it was a really fun dinner. I'd had many opportunities to see my parents as people (and not just parents) before then, but it was a nice reminder.
hahaha. or.... are you sure she didn't just drink the whole bottle (or even just half a bottle)? :p
ReplyDeletehmm sounds like something i would do! a little for the sauce, a little for mama! :D
ReplyDeletemy mom always giggles...with or without alcohol..hahaha
ReplyDeletea cute story indeed! ^_^
Well I think my mom may have yours beat because my Mom cannot drink any alcohol at all..... She breaks out in hives. Oh how she cringes when she sees her daughter enjoying a glass of vino :)
ReplyDeleteLOL! I also get a little 0.o when I hear my mother giggle but thankfully she doesn't do it a lot!
ReplyDeleteHa! That's a great story. Did your mom realize later on that she had possibly done a bit too much taste testing? :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, I can drink more and don't get drunk, lol! No, what a funny story!! Have a wonderful rest weekend! :)
ReplyDeleteReally cute story :) I'm curious now as to whether it happened again? (There are many wonderful recipes that call for alcohol...lol)
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ReplyDeletehahah I love this story b/c it reminds me of my own mom who used to get "sauced" after eating 2 rum balls! While secretly I, who was forbidden as a child to eat more than one, illicitly ate 5 and was fine.
ReplyDeletelol, I used to make pot brownies, they get me everytime.
ReplyDeleteOooh I absolutely agree! I think she does have a low tolerance for alcohol. I'd be insulted too when someone compares me with my mum (and believe me, it happens pretty often!)
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