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Show l JUST STUFF srV? BY JfiN Dctween what my mother taught me at home and what I learned, mostly tfyaccident, from my high school home ec classes, I have been able to survive domesticity. While my culinary art isn't anything to really brag about, I do manage to take care of the necessities. I can make a peanut butter sandwich, roast a roast, scrub the toilet and vaccum the floor. I can cook vegetables, fry chicken, sew up seams and blow the budget. I've even cooked a turkey, darned socks and I move the knick-knacks when I dust. All thanks to plenty of patience on the part of past homemaking pedagogues. I'll admit I wasn't the best student. I was far from anxious to learn, and I don't mean to complain, but there was one lesson that wasn't covered; one area that no one bothered to teach.. .the fine art of Nibbles. Oh, I have the nibbling part down fine. That seems to be an in-born trait. It's the "what to keep on hand" that boggles my mind. It never fails, when I go back home to mom's house, she has an endless supply of nibbles on hand. She knows exactly what to buy. There's the right crackers in the cupboard, the right goodies in the goody drawer. From potato chips to licorice, from fudgecicles to bubble gum, she knows what to have on hand. And my sister is the same way. You walk into her house and she has the same endless supply that mom has. But for some reason I have yet to be able to keep the same things on hand. I'm not sure if it's due to the "still starting out" sense of budgeting and spending money on such frivolous things as popcicles and candy bars just doesn't seem right, or if it's the thought that "if I don't buy it, I won't eat it." Whatever it is, as far as nibbles go, my cupboards are bare. Just now I felt that rumble in the pit of my stomach, that "I'm hungry for somthing nibbly" feeling, and what do you think I could find. Chocolate chips, that's it. No potato chips, no licorice, not even a cookie to gnaw on. Needless to'say, on my next trip home, I'm making a list of what nibbles i is that mom keeps on hand, hand. |