My grandmom did it make,
When I was a kid I did all of it take,
She made it with love because,
Every time since when I think of it, I give pause…
She let me lick the pot,
I got so messy all over my face,
As a kid she knew it was the case,
That dirty was my middle name; dad didn’t understand it a lot…
I loved her so much,
When with her I wasn’t far from her clutch,
She lived in Philly & I at the beach,
But never were we for each other too far out of reach…J
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Anna
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Love ya!
Jane
Wow - you sure gave me some great memories in this one. It seems like only yesterday when I would hear dear old Brother Edvard or dear old Ma yelling out: "Where's that Dirty Ed??!!"
Memories of my grandmothers kitchens and cooking!
Neither made tapioca pudding!! Love it!
Lady Mary Ann
By the way, did you know that tapioca comes from the cassava plant, first found in Brazil. If eaten without proper preparation, it can be quite poisonous. I didn't know that until recently. Always thought the tapioca was a common American staple.
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