I should have learned this lesson by now. I’m nearly 40, and I’ve been down this road many times before.
I should know better than to ever say, “That has never happened,” or “That will never happen,” to my mother. When I do (and I always do), whatever that thing is that never happens, will happen. Inevitably and usually in the next 24 hours.
Today it was rice krispie treats. My mother asked about my using butter versus margarine.
“Butter burns so easily,” my mother said.
“I’ve never had butter burn when making rice krispie treats,” I told her.
That was it. I cursed myself, and so tonight when I was making my three batches of rice krispie treats (for each of the kids’ Valentine’s Day parties), the butter burned…for the first time ever.
*sigh*
Note to self: Never tell my mother never.
Which makes me wonder: Will I inherit this same superpower to use on my children?
