tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918688759465977896.post3005268016208252924..comments2024-03-13T10:31:23.196+00:00Comments on Tasha's Thinkings: Things Our Parents Told UsTasha Duncan-Drakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591239019422681163noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918688759465977896.post-54896127832171894712015-03-13T10:26:31.282+00:002015-03-13T10:26:31.282+00:00I am very glad I never had an older brother ;) Bei...I am very glad I never had an older brother ;) Being a twin, we were more likely to gang up one someone else than each other.Tasha Duncan-Drakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12591239019422681163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918688759465977896.post-66869731885824196752015-03-13T10:25:34.698+00:002015-03-13T10:25:34.698+00:00Now that is simply clever :DNow that is simply clever :DTasha Duncan-Drakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12591239019422681163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918688759465977896.post-38878846327235115572015-03-13T10:24:58.294+00:002015-03-13T10:24:58.294+00:00Mothers can be sneaky like that :D At least she di...Mothers can be sneaky like that :D At least she didn't tell you they turn into worms ;)Tasha Duncan-Drakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12591239019422681163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918688759465977896.post-91537009650220974552015-03-13T06:56:11.066+00:002015-03-13T06:56:11.066+00:00My mother also made noodles like that! Super yummy...My mother also made noodles like that! Super yummy. Me helping her make them is one of my favorite childhood memories. :)Sara C. Sniderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16148040154590535970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918688759465977896.post-88782069429294727112015-03-13T06:55:30.700+00:002015-03-13T06:55:30.700+00:00Haha! That's funny about the tea. :D Other tha...Haha! That's funny about the tea. :D Other than Santa Claus, and having my nose "stolen", I don't think my parents ever told me any fibs. My older brother, however, did. A lot. Usually it was a ruse to get me to eat something disgusting, like Play Doh or dog food. And it worked, I'm sad to say. ;)Sara C. Sniderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16148040154590535970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918688759465977896.post-40329478167215182142015-03-12T22:54:05.506+00:002015-03-12T22:54:05.506+00:00I don't remember such fibs from my childhood, ...I don't remember such fibs from my childhood, but my husband was a fussy eater, and his mother made up creative names for dishes she cooked. Burgers made from canned salmon were christened "puff burgers," a name he liked...from then on he ate them without complaint.<br /><br />Nadine_Feldmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05742177071130596367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918688759465977896.post-27969208475040170622015-03-12T18:10:24.216+00:002015-03-12T18:10:24.216+00:00My mother used to make delicious homemade noodles ...My mother used to make delicious homemade noodles for winter soups. She'd mix them up, roll them out and slice the rolls into thin strips. Then she'd spread the noodles out on the kitchen table on butcher paper to dry before adding to the soup. I developed a love of those uncooked drying noodles and would sneak one or two every time I'd pass by. In desperation, I'm sure, mom told me not to eat too many, because uncooked noodles were undigestible and they would accumulate in my tummy making me look fatter and fatter as time went by. It didn't stop me from sneaking a noodle or two, but it did slow me down a bit.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03167083275313034628noreply@blogger.com