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January 17, 2013


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My mom once served baked beans she made with butterscotch pudding - you ask why, she was out of brown sugar and needed to substitute something and that made sense to her. Of course, she waited until the end of the meal when we had all eaten the beans to tell us what she had done! Big family joke now for years with mom.


Too funny! I told Mother, as I teased her about the Fluff, that I cooked a big family dinner one time, and after it was all on the table and we were about to eat, I opened the microwave for some reason or another and found about a half-cup of melted butter in there. I had no idea what I was supposed to have added that to . . .:)


Dang, this was my one chance at literary immortality and all I got was, "Frances' youngest son".


Since you refuse to partake of the fluff, I felt it only appropriate to keep you anonymous:) Have some fluff, and we'll talk about making you famous!!

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