Fete-ing Mom: Your Stories Wanted

Mother's Day is next Sunday, May 11. As part of the celebration next week, I'm working on a piece about the force that is Mom. Have you got a kitchen or food-related story to share about your mother, grandmother or maternal figures in your life? Send'em my way at kim.odonnel@washingtonpost.com no later than Wednesday, May 7. In the subject line of your e-mail, type "MOM" and in your note, please include your age, city and state, and where you grew up, size of your family. I'll select a handful of entries for a blog-stravaganza that will be published on May 9. Oh -- and if you've got a cool pic of Mom, send that along too.

By Kim ODonnel |  May 2, 2008; 12:32 PM ET Family
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since this isn't exactly what you're looking for i'll post it here. my mother really didn't teach me that much about cooking. she was married to a man (my father) who was not interested in trying anything new or different. i found my father's lack of adventure in eating incomprehensible & swore that i would never marry a man like that. well, you know what is coming. my husband is more like my father than i believed to include his eating. my husband will, on occasion, try new things but mostly i find myself cooking the same sort of things my mother did. life is truly a circle.

Posted by: quark | May 5, 2008 4:20 PM

People's histories are funny/interesting. My daughter, when she moved away to college, met a girl whose reaction to the dining facility was awe and amazement. She said that in all of her life she had never had anything for dinner except chicken. She said her family ate out not infrequently, but everyone always ordered chicken off the menu. And her mom always made chicken for dinner. She discovered she really liked beef.

Posted by: Dave | May 7, 2008 6:50 AM

My mom has her own weird streak of practicality. She once made a big pot of beef stew. To keep it overnight she placed it out on the enclosed (unheated) back porch. However, the cat also slept out there (with his litterbox) at a far corner at night, so my mom decided to place the large stew pot in the dryer to keep it from Mr. Curious Cat. The next day, my stepfather unknowingly tossed a load of wet laundry into the dryer. Well, you can guess what happened next. He turned the dryer on & there was a loud racket. Startled, he opened the door only to find one big mess! Pot, stew & clothes all tumbled together. Well, being a straight-laced Dutchman--he vehemently exclaimed one long blue streak as he cleaned it up!! "Stew" was a sore subject in the house for the next few weeks-but my mom & I did get a big chuckle out of it.

Posted by: CM | May 7, 2008 4:52 PM

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