Lydia was expecting family for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Naturally she was in the kitchen all day preparing. She had made various pies and cakes and desserts, and this all between looking after her three children and Cousin Victoria’s two.
As each dish was made Lydia would say to the three boys, “Now whose turn is it to lick the mixing bowl?” The mixture of uncooked sugar and flour and what-ever else was a delicious treat. The boys were very fair as to whose turn it was.
Naturally Lydia never offered to the two girls the bowl to be licked. It would have been unladylike.
Weave a Web 
And who would ever want to be unladylike?
I would, for starters.
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Ha! Ha! As long as you wash your face after licking the mixing bowl.
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It’s great to be a boy!
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Once the kids have left the nest one can go back to licking the mixing bowl!
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The best part of baking is licking the bowl. Yum.
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One of my brothers got the last bit of leftover pavlova and he poured copious cream all over it only to discover it was mayonnaise.
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Oh, no. That is truly tragic.
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I told a lady I know recently that I loved licking the bowl as a kid…and now. She gasped… you can’t do that…you will get salmonella! Well that won’t stop me.
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You only get salmonella if you lick a dead chicken.
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Uh oh!
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Harumph! My daughter always beat my son to lick the bowl. And no one ever got sick from the uncooked cake, cookies, whatever.
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My Mum kept a strict order in the 6 kids licking the bowl! Ay least as far as we know!
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Lydia sounds like an excellent mother.
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Modelled on our own undoubtedly.
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