There is a moment in every woman's life when she realizes she's turning into her mother. Or, in my case, a series of moments over time that makes the realization that I am going to be exactly like her a little more easy to take.
I had my latest of these moments this weekend when I successfully cooked something using only the random ingredients I already had in my cupboards. My mom's ability to do this has been baffling me for years.
Considering all I had to work with were chocolate chips, a boxed cake mix and a can of sweetened condensed milk, the results were decent. I literally typed those ingredients into a Google search and found a recipe for "Can't Leave Alone Bars," and went to work. Certainly not the best thing I've ever made, but not a bad effort. My co-workers, who have been known to eat days-old pizza left out in the office, thought they were delicious.
Yep. I am my mother's daughter. I mean, I haven't yet started humming to myself or listening to the car radio at an undecipherable audio level, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time.
I would love to know when you realized you were turning into your mother.