Burnt cookies again?

Mom’s specialty was butter tarts. always had a plate of goodies for company that dropped in for tea. Back then people would just drop in on unannounced and think nothing of it. Mom never loved housekeeping and welcomed the break. The butter tarts or cookies or whatever were always perfectly baked. Not burnt at all. She save them for company. Of course she burnt her share of baking with all of the commotion coming and going in a house full of kids. We got to eat the damaged goods I actually learned to love the taste of burnt cookies or crispy butter tarts. We quickly ate up all of the less-than-perfect baking. Oddly enough mom’s house was usually not perfect but the company baking had to be perfect.

We would beg mom for some of the company baking just sit in the cupboard. Sometimes we would sneak a tart and rearrange the containers to look the same. We would even try to distract mom when she was baking so she would leave it in the oven too long and get burnt. But she got wise to our shenanigans. Once mom said that she was cooking to she was going to bake so many butter tarts that we would get sick of them. 50 butter tarts later in five kids later she gave up. We ate every tartan site true enough we weren’t too quick to ask for butter tarts again. And I hate to admit it but all these years later one butter chart is still my limits so the ruse worked.