Thursday, August 7, 2008



I do not like things burned, not meat, not cookies, not toast. I did grow up in a household where some did like to eat charcoal, so I know there are some out there, but I am not one of them.

Providence made toast for us and it got a bit blackened, I was thankful when she choose the blacker one for herself and let me have the one with just the edges burned. I must have complained about how dark it was (shame on me) because while eating her slice she remarked that it was still quite tastey and not too burned.

"You take after your Oma" I said, which then launched us into playacting that she actually was Oma, and I Providence. I am quite used to these games and switched gears easily asking 'Oma' why she likes to eat burned things. She answered that she likes them because "Sometimes God just sends them to us." Simple as that. She then went on to tell me that my aunties and mothers brother had just arrived...what the? Mothers brother, I started thinking which great-uncle of mine has she met when I remembered I was in fact Providence, and she Oma, which would make my mothers (aka the real me) brother Uriah. With the strange things she figures out I have to say I am more surprised that it didn't come out as your cousins grandmas daughters brother.

I found Providence in the kitchen this morning scavenging oven chips, you know when something spills in the oven and turns into some hard black bubble thing. When I asked her what she was doing she said looking for something to eat.

This picture shows three things...

1) I am clearly failing in some motherly duties, like feeding my daughter.

2) I do not clean my oven often (um...ever).

3) She really does like black stuff, and no I did not allow her to eat it.


Ivanna August 7, 2008 at 10:27 AM  

Nice, I don't care for things blackened either. When we were in Colorado we found out Big Daddy liked his bacon burned to a crisp. I guess Mom takes after him. Love you!

MomS/Gram August 7, 2008 at 6:53 PM  

Oh my gosh, I can't stop laughing. Wow, looking in the oven for yummy blackened food! That's hilarious! I love your stories so much!

Momathon August 7, 2008 at 8:43 PM  

That is hilarious! what a great story :-)

Jenn August 8, 2008 at 6:44 AM  

Oh how cute.

My grandmother Grace used to love black toast...and actually anything burnt.

Personally I just can't dig it! Yuck-o.

My daughter likes her toast just under near browned...even if too brown, she will not want it. I'll eat it and can tolerate if a little too brown.

That is so funny how Providence is being a little mommy...she is adorable! My daughter Jordan is 11 and has always loved being in the kitchen. =)

Erin August 12, 2008 at 8:51 PM  

Those little black bubbles look pretty nasty. I am laughing pretty hard!

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