From Pairodocs-Laura
Reading these posts reminded me of how my dad had to cook for us when my mom was in the hospital. He asked us each what we wanted- chicken noodle soup, Spaghetti-o's, and the like- so of course we all wanted something different. He opened up all the requested cans, and since we couldn't eat the whole can, he would put the requested food in my mom's biggest ladle-about 1 cup- and pass it over the burner on low a few times to heat the food. Then he would put the Hershey's chocolate lid on the can with the leftovers and put it in the refrigerator. We all got what we wanted, and we were probably much easier to deal with in my mom's absence. I'm sure that my mom wouldn't have approved, good cook and conscientious mom that she is, but we all knew to keep our mouths shut, and the only evidence was a somewhat scorched ladle. And none of us ever got "ptomaine poisoning" as my mom used to put it.
Nicer in Idaho,
-Laura