Eating potato chips when I was six years old is one of my favorite childhood memories. I sat on the backporch step, and slowly crunched a handful of golden-brown potato chips.
With each savory bite, admiration for my mother’s cleverness grew. She had made them herself!
I learned an important lesson that afternoon: You can make your own _______ (fill in the blank). “I didn’t know you could make your own,” has been the response to my making graham crackers, butter in a jar (Mom taught me that, too), granola, doughnut holes, salami, etc.
Thanks, Mom, for the gift of potato chips, and Happy Mother’s Day!