Like some of the old expressions we don't use any more I was remembering licking the beater when Mom baked stuff. I suppose kids still get to but my memories are of way back.
My Father took a photo of his brother and I am trying to paint from it. I thought it might bring back some memories.
Sure does! I always got to lick the beater and the bowl when Grandma made cake icing.
Richard: In years past if we had someone visiting here we would make a batch of Ice Cream and the visiting person would get to lick the Ice cream paddle. Ofcourse there were photos of the event to take.
We had a friend (deceased) that was visiting and he had the honor and that story went back to Germany and I guess he had a lt of un showing the photos and telling the story about it.
I forgot about making ice cream. We put the handle in the Model A spokes to turn it a few times in the 60's. Great fun.
Another good painting Rich !! I love the detail !
Thanks Rich. I keep trying.
Nice work Richard! I was allowed to like beaters as well.
And I still do!
Gotta' be careful or your tongue gets stuck on the up-stroke! I remember!
Ouch Harold. I think many of us admired the mechanism of those beaters. At least those of us who are fascinated with cars and the like. They do have a crank on them.
Very nice, Rich!
Amazing job. I thought it was a photograph until I read the posts.
Yep, me and my grandson "fought" over the beaters, just this last Christmas, as he stayed with us for a few days, and "Mimi" did her holiday baking.
What's baking?? The oven was the mystery appliance in my house. Occasionally it was used to heat up a TV dinner or frozen pizza. The best thing dear old Mom made for dinner was 'reservations'.
As a kids in the middle of the last century we always licked the beaters but when the warnings came out about getting salmonella from the raw eggs in the batter,that practice sort of went by the wayside. Mom was an RN so the bad things she saw on the job lead to stricter practices at home.
It was my birthday in around 1954 or 1955. I was 6 or 7. My mom and my aunt were making a birthday cake for me. I was told to sit at the kitchen table, then given the beaters and the bowl to lick.
When I was finished I climbed off the chair, picked up the bowl and headed for the sink. It was a large bowl. Both my mom and my aunt said, "Wait! I'll get the bowl!" To late. I fell with it shattering on the floor. I still have a scar on the palm of my left hand.
If I'm baking and my 30-something kids are home, they still fight over the beater. But, if my granddaughter is there, too, she gets precedence.
Just be sure they've stopped spinning!
Where are you guys getting the picture? Is there a separate website? Don
Ignore previous post--took my 'puter long time to download. Don
I'll think twice about eating anything that comes off those beaters...
(Be there about 5:30PM!)
Mom always let as long as she lived and my asks. So of course I am like a child and run looking to see what is sweet.
Fantastic painting Rich.
It's funny, your uncle looks a whole lot like one of my grandsons (some years from now). :-)
Even the eyes and hair are right. That looks like my Gavin in about 10 years or so.
I do have a similar beater right behind me.
That shirt! I swear I've had one of those tickling/touching/knawing/needling things on me before. Oh yeah, I can remember...
Can still imagine the taste. My doctor wouldn't let me do it now!
All my childhood, my mother let me 'lick' the beaters, even if the mixture contained eggs and I've lived to be 70. Now, my wife says that I shouldn't 'lick' the beaters if the mixture contains eggs because I might get sick. (uncooked eggs) I still do it when I can get away with it.
I swear if everything killed you that they claim will kill you, the earth would be a desolate place. I'm not gonna drink a glass full of raw eggs. Not so much because I'm afraid to. It's just gross. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna worry about some cake batter or cookie dough having some raw eggs in it. As for doctors not allowing it, you really think there is enough cholesterol in what tiny bit of batter you could lick off a beater to clog your arteries? Lick the beater and don't tell him about it!
When I was 12-15 years old I'd work on my grandparents ranch during the summer. During the fruit harvest we'd have breakfast then get started working at the crack of dawn. By 10:00 AM we needed something to carry us until lunch time.
My grandfather would get two cans of Brown Derby beer from the cellar (he never refrigerated it), go to the kitchen and set them on the table, get out two glasses and four eggs. We'd each crack an egg into our glass, fill it with half the can of beer, and "down the hatch" it went. Then we'd have the second egg and the rest of the beer in the same way. Then we went back to working in the orchard.
I suppose he'd be sent to prison for doing that today with a kid. I'm now 70 and still kicking.
I knew someone many years ago that would say to me, "next you'll be looking for egg in your beer!" Didn't get it then and still don't. But now I've heard it from someone other than him. Good man that Patty Walsh.
What does the egg do in the beer?
Not much. It just sort of settles to the bottom.
I used to eat all kinds of raw dough, cookie, egg noodles, bread, pie crust, etc. Sure do miss that now, thanks to all of the "assembly line" foods that we have now. Don't have any idea how we all survived without all of the "safety features"/rules that we now have. If the EPA and OSHA and all of the other agencies that "protect" us saw what we did for entertainment back in the '50's through the '80's, I'm sure they would have a stroke! But damn, we sure had fun!!! (and lived through it all somehow!!) Dave