When we first came to America my mom knew nothing of Easter. My dad had her make hard boiled eggs to color. Ever watch that Peanuts special? Yeah, that was my mom. First she peeled them, then when he yelled, she poached them, then she colored them raw, then boiled.
Another time they were making bread, they didn't know the difference between fresh yeast and packaged yeast. They put a whole brick of yeast in the dough, and it looked like the blob took over the kitchen. So they added more flour, and it still blobbed. They ended up with 23 'loaves' of bread. Once removed from the oven though, they realized they were more like bricks. The dog wouldn't even use them for chew toys. They were too heavy for the garbage guy to pick up. We ended up using them as a retaining wall. lol
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