I have been a Pecora Nera (Pecora Nera is a black sheep, for you non-Italian speakers Ha!) for as long as I can remember. I dreaded the days when my mum would angrily shout my brothers’ and sister’s name one after the other, until she finally got her act together and settle on my name. I have found myself in some sort of trouble for most of my 52 21 years.
A classic example was the Ritz Crackers episode.
There was an unspoken rule in our house. No one was allowed to open a pack of biscuits or Ritz crackers unless my mum had either: a) said we could open them or b) she had already opened them. If the pack was already open, then to a certain extent we could grab a handful and hide in the bedroom eating them eat one or two of them, providing we left more than crumbs in the box. No one ever dared to finish a box of crackers, the consequences were quite severe. My mum would say “Peter, go and make me a cup of tea and fetch the Ritz Crackers”. She knew they had been scoffed, I knew I had scoffed them, we both knew I was in trouble.
One evening, when I went foraging for food, I found to my dismay, that the box of crackers was unopened. But as I moved it to see what delights were hidden behind it (maybe an opened packet of chocolate digestives), I noticed that this particular box of Ritz Crackers didn’t feel very heavy. It should have weighed 225 grams but it felt as though it was missing two or three crackers.
I investigated further and to my horror, shock and amazement, the box had very cleverly been opened from the bottom. A quarter of the pack had been eaten and the box carefully resealed. I knew for sure my brothers and my sister were not stupid brave enough to pull a stunt like that, which left only my mum.
I vividly remember the evening, when my mum decided to eat the Ritz that she has secretly opened and there were only three and a half crackers left and three innocent children plus one suspicious looking black sheep.
Ok so this post is really about one of you out there in bloggo land who needs to confess to a deed most foul. One of you filled out a form on the Italy Magazine. com and nominated my blog of madness for Best Living in Italy Blog.
I know it was one of you lot, because I have interrogate Mrs Sensible and she denies it. Scooby Doo is not ‘yet’ allowed in the house, (Mrs Sensible keeps dropping hints, and the hints will get big when the snow comes) so he is not guilty which leaves one of you.
It wasn’t me, I only found out because I am a stataholic and I followed a referrers link back to the awards. Who ever did it,
THANK YOU VERY MUCH
Merry Christmas
It wasn’t me but well done – the fact that you write about Ritz crackers is more than enough reason to be nominated!
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Thank you, Ritz are available in Italy, but they are quite expensive.
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And if the Ritz are anything like the Kellogg’s Special K cereal I bought here in Venice….doesn’t even vaguely resemble the original in taste.
I’ll be Scooby Doo figured out a way to do it…nominate you! He’s worming his way into your black sheep heart.
By the way…my mother would call my sister, my father and each of the cat’s names (and we had plenty) and finally get to mine.
Congrats on what I’m sure will be the award!
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Thanks,
I would love to win it 🙂
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Umm, I wonder if it was me? It was a while (and a few glasses of wine) ago. You deserve an award, and Mrs Sensible deserves a medal, perhaps. (I can’t find a guilty emoticon.)
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You look remarkable guilty 🙂
Why does Mrs Sensible deserve a medal????? I make her cups of lemon Tea and rub her feet for her
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Guilty ha ha
and my Mum once had a bet with my brother that she wouldn’t eat the huge box of Ferarro Roche that he gave her for Christmas so she carefully opened them and filled the ones she ate with cotton balls, wrapped them back up and got away with it for about six months lol xx
Buon Natale to you and the Mrs xxx
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Thanks Lisa, 🙂
Cotton Balls inside Ferarro Roche is a cool trick 🙂
Merry Christmas to you and your family
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most welcome xx
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I wasn’t me – lust have missed that bit (I’ll blame the rosé). Love the Ritz biscuits trick – I will be using that one in future. Please thank your mum for the great idea.
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I am not sure I can thank my mum on your behalf, because then she will be sure that it was me that discovered her secret.
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Googling your mum’s address as I type. Blackmail notes will follow.
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Oh Lord!! Please no.
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I reckon that’s worth a packet of midget gems 🙂
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Uffa! Not my midget gems.
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ARRRRGGGGH. MUST. not LUST. embarrassedmoment.com. 😀
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Oh hope you win! You deserve it 🙂 Congratulations!
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It would be nice to win, but there are some great blogs nominated ie The dangerously truthful diary of a Sicilian, or My Sardinian life or even Renovating Italy, the list is huge.
But it was a nice feeling to be nominated 🙂
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The Ritz crackers story brought back childhood memories for me – we were not allowed to open new packets either, or help ourselves to anything more than a couple of biscuits. Even now I find it difficult to eat more than one chocolate digestive at a time, so ingrained in us was the fact that to have more than one would be greedy. I’m practising though, and getting better at it with each year that passes… 🙂
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I lived through that as a child and now I live through it as an adult. Mrs Sensible makes sure I don’t eat too many biscuits or drink too much wine 😉
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Did our parents secretly train her? 😉
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yay, congrats on the nomination, that’s very cool. and to your mother on the ritz caper. okay, yes, i did the chocolate mint girl scout cookie straight from the box in the freezer, where they were put so we wouldn’t eat them!
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lol…..
My mum hid the nut crackers one Christmas, so I used one of the legs of my bed, I lifted the corner of the bed, quickly slide a nut under the leg and then let go. BLAM one nut shattered to smithereens, which was pretty cool until my mum hoovered the bedroom carpet and heard all the little bits of shells disappearing up the hoover .
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eat
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Congrats! Your blog of madness is brilliant! 🙂 Luckily, my mum eats rings around herself – it’s more a case of eating anything before she scoffs everything in sight! 🙂
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Ha ha ha, My mum could discover a phantom biscuit eater quicker than Sherlock Holmes could.
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If ‘Human Dustbin’ was a profession, my mum would be the best in the world 😉
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Lol,
I hope she doesn’t read this.
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She only reads my comments – I think. 😉
I was talking to her on Skype the other night – she said “that ‘woman with the cupcakes’ sounds very nice” 🙂
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🙂 🙂 🙂
Did you put her right. (laughing madly) PS don’t tell the cake lady
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Too late 😉 After a ‘WHAT???’, I figured out what she was talking about 😉
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Wait, your mum didn’t like me, Linda? I am gutted.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Lady’s been around since the beginning so I guess she noticed her more! And my mum likes cake 😉
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And doesn’t care much for sweat, I take it. 🙂
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Does anyone?? 😉
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Apparently me, as I’m drenched in it at least once a day. 😉
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Information overload
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🙂
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please let Scooby do inside 🙂
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Are you kidding me?
Mrs Sensible and I fight over who gets to sit where on the sofa.
If I let Scooby into the house he will lay on my sofa and I know, that if I kick him off, he will wander off and leave me one of his warm squidgy presents in one of my shoes.
You may not believe me, but after Scooby decided to take up residence in my garage, he wandered back across the road to his house, their big dog started barking at Scooby through the fence, so Scooby lifted his leg and peed on the dog. This is no ordinary cat
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Congrats on the nomination. This is very cool!
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It will be if I win and they send me a bottle of wine. Or maybe just send me the wine 🙂
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Innanzi tutto FELICITAZIONI Pecora Nera! bravo!
And then:
Will I be the only mother who pens in here a ‘defense of mothers’ ?
in any case those tricky mothers mentioned in the comments were doing it all ‘for your own good’ – don’t you know it now ? building impulse control and a healthy mistrust of even your closest family, not to mention how to out-fox any situation …
When, as young woman from Italy I married an even younger American boy from Texas (in Texas they are not Yankees, you know ! ) and I came to this country, his sweet mother taught me how to make American pies and cookies. I soon became quite proficient. And when a few years later I had three children and was a stay-at-home mom I baked a batch of cookies everyday for my children who came home from school to find them still warm from the oven and spread out on the kitchen table. There were no rules about how many they could have with milk or not. I just put the cookies away (what was left) when my time to cook dinner arrived. Ritz crackers did not figure among delicacies to go after or protect, if we even bought them, they often became stale and I would throw them out. In addition I baked a rich American pie two or three times per week. It got so bad that the Texan complained if he had to eat ‘store-bought’ cookies ! Yet my children, now grown, do not even remember their mid-afternoon cookie feasts; those days instead are among my sweetest memories … (maybe also because any cookie that was not PERFECT in form and look I ATE MYSELF as I took the batches out of the oven…?? ) … So I put this comment in here to demonstrate that there were mothers who did not hoard the Ritzes but willingly gave splendid cookies free for the taking to their children… and I was not the only one either. It was different on this sides of the Atlantic in the good old days. Sigh… I think I am leaving this computer now and go bake an American pie…
BTW: I’ll speak another time about the ‘plastic imitations’ of ham and cheeses that they sell here in the U.S. of A.
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Wow! Thanks for the comment 🙂
I don’t think I have ever tried American cookies.
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OH OH OH, they must be HOMEMADE cookies. You would love ‘Snickerdoodles’ cookies, chocolate chips cookies, oatmeal cookies, sugar cookies, ginger cookies, etc. etc.
OH OH OH I like HOMEMADE PIES even better.
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Congratulations on the nomination! That is great…and very much deserved! Your blog is VERY entertaining!
Your stories sound very much like my husband’s growing up…and you’re about the same age, so you’ll be happy to know, that whether you grew up in the UK or the USA, boys will be boys 😉 I think he’s a bit of the Pecora Nera in his family, too, but his was probably well deserved 😉 Once he ate the last of his little brother’s Ho Ho’s and instead of just fessing up to it, he led his poor brother on a scavenger hunt around the entire house with the reward of finding the ho ho at the end…but when the end came, he left a note that he was so hungry after making the scavenger hunt, that he had to eat that last ho ho! Poor little brother…See??? Title well deserved, don’t you think?
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LOL,
Ho Ho’s??
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They were made by Hostess and they were a sort of rolled cake with cream inside and covered in chocolate! They were delicious frozen! I don’t think they still make them, though!
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Please, what are “Ho Hos”?
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May I put Yvonne’s mind at rest along with everyone else who is not from the US so has no idea what a “ho ho” is:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ho_Hos Although their reference to other cakes will probably not enlighten you.
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Even more confused. Now I not only don’t know what a ho ho is I don’t know what a Yodels is either. Wasn’t he in Star Wars? 🙂
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Now you see why you get nominated for things, PN.
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🙂
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I am a little confused on ho ho’s as well
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Just a little rolled cake with a chocolate coating. Never could stand the things myself. In the American south they have something called a “moon pie” that I never developed a taste for either. Ah, well, we all have our favorites as children. But until you have tasted a homemade chocolate chip cookie fresh from the oven with the chocolate bits all gooey….ah, that is indeed culinary heaven.
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Congrats on the nomination!
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Thank you and congrats on your nomination. I spotted your name on the list as well. 🙂
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Really? Awe! Yay!
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Hi PN 😀 By the time I waded through “ho-hos” and “American Pie”, as usual I have totally lost the plot. Something about dining at the Ritz and confessions most fowl. If you need a scapegoat, it was me. I confess !! I did it !!
And I agree with Mrs Sensible…… get that cat indoors !!
Ralph 😀
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Ralphie!!! I think a few of us nominated the Black Sheep of the family. And, I would have nominated you, but you would have had to move to Italy ….
That cat deserves an indoor life, yes!
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Let’s chat in this quiet backwater blog Yvonne.
Come on !! I have enough problems living in Spain without adding Italy to them. I mean the Spanish Government “fleeces” me enough as it is 😉
PN is a black sheep, a funny one though 😀
Vote for SID !! Scooby InDoors !!
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Here is my vote for “SID”. It’s way too cold outside…or even in the garage. The other option would be to install heating in the garage. But indoors would make him really happy. Probably make Mrs. Sensible really happy too.
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I might put a Scooby Doo ‘polldaddy’ voting system up.
You can then vote for where Scooby lives and I can ignore your votes, or do the Italian thing and manipulate the results.
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Vote for SOD!! Scooby out doors!!
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What that cat deserves, I can not print, it would be censored by wordpress and Mrs Sensible.
I picked it up to give it a stroke and it grinned at me and showed me a full paw of claws. So I put it back down.
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Mad as usual 🙂
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😆 I agree !! Mad !! But SID is the only way to complete your Christmas !
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I don’t think SID is a good idea, SOD is better
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How about SAD……Scooby and the Dogs !! Indoors of course 😉
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SISR, Scooby Doo in Spain with Ralph
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Oh, I’ll vote for that one. I’ll send cat food, Ralph.
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Hi Yvonne, I think Scooby needs a holiday and Spain is as good as anywhere.
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Maybe Scooby would like a long ocean voyage and it could be SIAY…Scooby in Australia with Yvonne. Wouldn’t he be a great companion for Minx and the Thug?
Actually I think Scooby has it really good already where he is…SIIPN &MS….Scooby in Italy with Pecora Nera and Mrs. Sensible.
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I think that is a wonderful idea. I will make sure he is up to date with his anti malaria shot, tetanus shot and the good old shotgun shot.
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Okay. On conditions though. That he smokes, flamenco dances and can do the shopping 😉
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He can do all that and more 😉
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Haha 😆
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Now, I guess I really WANT that cat. I had a talk about the possibilty with Minx, and the semi-permanent resident, The Thug, and they sort of shrugged their pussy-cat shoulders and said “Whatever. We don’t have to pay for the food,” and went back to sleep. They’ve really got such big hearts.
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I will go and discuss it with Scooby Doo and Mrs Sensible
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I love the way you write. even the simplest things! 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 🙂
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PN, I love your Ritz story. My parents hid their Turtle candy (chocolate covered caramel and pecans) in the bottom of Dad’s sock drawer. Like I wouldn’t think of looking there. I slowly ate the bumps off the edges. The turtle lost their head and legs and resembled empty turtle shells. This story will be featured in a future post of mine.
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🙂
I have to be careful of the stories I release, who knows my mum might read this one day 😉
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You are, by far, the most deserving of this award! Congratulations!
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Thank you, I have only been nominated, they will decide on the winner in January…
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I’m really hoping you win!
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Thanks, it would be great.
I don’t know if people have to vote or how the winners are chosen.
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If there’s voting, count me in
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Many thanks, 🙂 🙂
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Same here. I found out someone nominated my blog (a different category than yours, or I would have had to send my people around to “deal” with you), but only knew because they (the nominators) told me. It’s all a big mystery.
happy New Year to you, Mrs Sensible and the adorable ScoobyDoo. 🙂
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Adorable Scooby Doo!! Are we discussing the same cat?
Congratulations on your nomination 🙂
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O.K. – I admit it.
It was me !
Now, if you could just see your way to sending a mere £10 in my direction in recognition of my altruistic act, I would be be very appreciative 😆
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LOL, If only I had £10. I have some Euros 😉
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Aw, congrats! And the Ritz cracker story is hilarious. Clever, clever Mom…
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I was a blacksheep even then;)
I am glad you liked the post 🙂
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Oh and it was nice to learn what “Pecora Nera” means!
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🙂
I forget, not everyone knows what a Pecora Nera is.
I hope you had a great Christmas and I wish you a Fab 2012
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Aw, thanks! And to you as well 🙂
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Here’s to your success!!! I love your blog. 😉
Happy New year!
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Thank you, Happy New Year to you too
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Count my vote too! You, Mrs. Sensible and Scooby Doo have brought me laughter since I discovered your blog. I put a link to the Great Cat and Dog Chase on my blog.
Happy New Year to Pecora Nera, Mrs. Sensible and Scooby Doo…who I am predicting will wheedle his way further into your heart and therefore…into your home…in 2014.
Michelle
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Ahh, thank you. I am glad Scooby Doo and Mrs Sensible make you laugh. The offer to send him in a box is still open (Not Mrs Sensible of course)
Happy New Year to you 🙂
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Congrats on being nominated. The Ritz cracker story takes the biscuit and would ensure my vote!
Hope you had a super Christmas, and have a Happy New Year!
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Thanks Sarah.
We had a great Christmas, Happy New Year to you 🙂
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congrats on the nomination, great Ritz story (sounds familiar to what I used to do….)
If it was me nominating you (which I don’t recall) I would have to say 10 Ave Marias, 10 Padre Nostro and sing “I will survive…”… ahahahahah LOL happy New Year PN to you and Mrs Sensible
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60 years ago on Staten Island NY the old Sicilian women beat us with the huge wooden salad spoon to make us confess and talk. Then they would beat us with the big spoon to make us shut up.They beat us to make us stop crying(?) , beat us to make the evil spirits go away when sick and hit us with the spoon because children need to be hit every now and then, even for no reason. I never saw any of them use the big wooden salad spoon for salad.
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Mrs Sensible’s mum used to threaten her with the salad spoon, the ultimate threat was ‘to wet the salad spoon first’
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