I've posted about this little problem in the past. They are tiny moments, split seconds, where my brain just stops working. It's as if someone shuts it off & quickly turns it back on. I've often wondered where/who I got this from. My mom doesn't have brain farts, nor do my brother or sister. Well, last night, I finally figured out who passed this on to me. I called my grandmother because I've been waiting for her to send me a recipe for over 2 weeks now. It's lentil soup.

She said to me on the phone, "Dawn why are you in such a hurry for that recipe? It's so hot. Who wants to eat soup when it's 100 degrees outside? I'm sure Tom doesn't want any hot soup for supper"

So I tell her that it's for the cookbook. It's the only recipe that I'm missing.

Momma-"What cookbook?
Me- "Momma, mine. Remember? I'm writing a cookbook."
Momma-"You are? Why didn't you tell me?"
Me- "What?!! Of course I told you about 20 times! Why do you think I've been coming to RI and cooking with you & filming everything. And I showed you my website, too. What did you think I was doing?"
Momma-"Oh, I just thought you liked to cook. I thought you were filming me because I'm old & you want to show your kids some day."

Now, my grandmother is in her 80's, but she's not senile. We have sat down at her kitchen table many times discussing not only the recipes, but the stories that will accompany them. The only way that this can be explained, is that little devil, that I like to call, the brain fart(or if you are from Rhode Island, brain fot). Momma has them too and she passed it on to me. The mystery is finally solved.

Posted by Dawn Falcone @ 1:29 AM 9 comments

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