The morning silence was shattered by a scream coming from Aunt Nettie's and Uncle Tony's apartment. They lived in the apartment next to ours on the 3rd floor....(you can see we moved up one flight) and we shared a bathroom located between the two apartments.
My father just came home. He worked nights at I.Wohl Dry Cleaners located around the corner. He ran next door and opened the door finding Jimmy about the age of 2 1/2 sitting on the floor among every pot he could find, banging on them and smiling, looking a lot like a skinny version ofthe Pillsbury Dough Boy.. Jimmy was able to reach two ingredients for his breakfast gourmet meal...the flour bag and the sugar bag.....I guess he could not reach a mixing bowl because he proceeded to mix the flour and sugar from one end of the kitchen floor to the other...
My father was trying to calm his sister down and keeping Uncle Tony a few feet from the budding chef. I think it was Uncle Tony's intension to coin the expression "BAM" for the first time on Jimmy.......I remember standing in the hallway with my mother watching this...I think some of them laughed and others did not...but they all pitched in and clean up Jim's first attempt at cooking..
Although Jim is a great cook today, he still prefers eating out and maybe this first venture into the world of Emeril explains why.
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Somehow I see a theme here... Bread Scales, flour, sugar , perhaps the Cianciaruso clan was meant to be in the bakery business ( O-Ma)
Thats funny Ron, never thought of that....
or maybe it meant we should be rolling in dough...
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