The Chronicles Of Nay

So the comment I got the most after my last post was definitely in regards to the section about my grandma and the spoon situation. This story is a true story, yet it is a situation that she denied ever happening, right up until the day she passed away. We actually had this exact conversation the night before she passed. I was making guacamole and I bagged the spoon on the side of the bowl to get all of it off the spoon! Let me back up a bit.

My grandparents lived almost two hours away from where I grew up.  They had 15 acres at the base of the Jemez Mountains. It was beautiful out there! Every summer we would spend about 2 weeks with them. We would run around and play in the fields during the day. In the evenings we would play games, read, watch one of the three channels she had, sit and talk or she and I  would bake or sew. My mom is a great cook. The best cook I know. However, my mom is not a baker. Baking is all about chemistry and following directions. My mom is more of a “dash of this” “just pour some in” kind of person. My mom also doesn’t love baking haha! So all this to say that I really only did my baking with my grandma. We baked all kinds of things but my favorite to bake was chocolate chip cookies. Nothing fancy just the recipe that came on the bag! Haha

My grandma had a set of these bowls that were metal. My mom says they were enamel bowls they kinda looked like this. They were painted white and had flowers on the bottom of them. There were different sizes and each different size had a different colored rim. I remember a red one and a blue one. We usually used the blue one when we baked. So, there we were making chocolate chip cookies. I was mixing the dough with a wooden spoon. When I finished I did what I am sure we all do and I banged the spoon on the side of the bowl to get all the dough off. My grandma whipped around from the other side of the room where she was doing dishes and she said very sternly “do you see any scratches or chips on the side of that bowl?” I was very confused and taken back. I looked at her and answered her “um no?” she said “then let’s leave it that way, don’t bang that spoon on the side of the bowl! Use another spoon or stop it with your other hand!” she turned around and just kept washing dishes. So, I got another spoon and continued getting the dough off the spoon with the other one.

My grandma swears that conversation never happened. She said that she would have never talked to me like that. She said, “I didn’t say it like that I might have suggested you use another spoon. Or shown you how to stop it with your hand.” But no… those exact words were spoken in a harsh tone! haha Anytime I hear someone tap the spoon on the side of a bowl I think of my grandma. If it happens when my mom and I are together we say “do you see any scratches on the side of that bowl!?!?” My grandma was a very blunt woman and I know that she didn’t mean it as harsh as it came out. But what is the funniest part of it is that she swore until the day she died that she never said those words to me! Aww I miss her!