Edna: Margie, get on in here and help me prep the kitchen. We're baking Christmas cookies today, and you know we promised Mrs. Pastor that she'd be getting some of our famous shortbread this year. Don't you forget to wash your hands!
Margie: Edna, must you scream in that shrill voice of yours? You prep the kitchen yourself. I'm tired of doing all the work around here. I sat in Santa's lap at the mall today and asked him to bring you a maid.
Wash your own hands. I haven't washed mine since Frank Sinatra kissed them back in 1942!
Edna: Oh, Lord, give me strength. I know you try and provoke me so you can get out of helping me, but it's not going to work, missy.
Besides, if you don't get in here and help me then you don't get to taste any of the cookies. It's your choice, sister.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Baking Christmas Cookies
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Our Favorite Christmas Desserts
Margie: Edna, I thought our friends might enjoy hearing about our favorite Christmas desserts. I bet they'd like our recipes too. Well, my favorite dessert is a Banana Split Pie. Listen to my stomach growling. Edna, what's your very favorite?
Edna: Trust you to pick something non-traditional. Give me a good old-fashioned fruit cake every time, sister.
I make this every year and I never get any complaints.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Remembering Agnes Moorehead
Margie: Agnes Moorehead was born this day in 1900. She is most widely known for her role as the witch Endora in the TV series Bewitched.
Edna and I sure loved that show. I guess Edna liked it because she is a witch and I liked it because I loved how Endora would cast spells on folks.
Moorehead died of uterine cancer at the age of seventy-three in Rochester, Minnesota.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
National Fritters Day
Margie: Edna, this is National Fritters Day and that reminds me of Mama's apple fritters. I can smell them now. I wish I had a plate full of them and I'd eat every one.
Remember how you and I would fight over who got the most fritters? I can still hear Mama saying, "Ladies do not fight." Guess you never listened, huh?
Edna: As usual, Margie, you are misremembering. The way I recall, you would eat all the fritters before I got to the table, then you'd pinch me until I cried to make Mama think we were fighting. What you didn't know is that she always saved me a plate in the pantry. Guess you got out-smarted, sister.
