It is interesting the way things work. Last night I took a look at my big container of cornstarch and had a memory come rushing back to me. The timing is funny because I had been thinking of posting it last night but did not get to it. A friend recently posted and asked if any of us had done mind-blogging. I cannot say that blog posts consume my thinking by any means, but sometimes I find myself doing something with the kids just to be able to create an interesting post and/or put pictures on here. Another friend posted about a lefse incident. I could only laugh and decided I should get it posted.
One day when I was a teenager, probably 17 or 18, my mom was making soup for our lunch and was trying to thicken it. Unknown to her, I had filled her jars with flour, sugar, cornstarch, brown sugar, whatever else she had, and since there was an extra empty jar, I put powdered sugar into it. She kept adding more and more "cornstarch" to the soup, and it would not thicken. It turns out that she grabbed the one I had filled with powdered sugar! I do not remember if we ate that sweet, sweet, sweet soup or not.
Another time is when I was younger, probably 12, and is probably something most children have done. I was given the job of making the whipping cream for the dessert we were having. I watched the cream whip and whip and whip. It got fluffier and fluffier and all of a sudden started turning lumpy. I hollered out, "Is it supposed to get lumpy?" only to find out that I had whipped it too long and it turned into butter. I think I got to ride my bike up to a little store a couple miles (?) away to get more cream and try again.