If you are a certain age there was one thing that universally decided the pecking order…. When your mum baked, did you get the whisk or the bowl to lick clean? In my house my mum had a two armed whisk so my twin brother and I got one arm each, my older brother got the mixing bowl. Natural law and order established. On occasion my mum, probably in the grip of some form of mania or early menopause gave my twin and I a tea spoon each (we weren’t savages plus imagine the mess of two toddlers trying to lick one mixing bowl at the same time) and let us have the bowl, my older brother got the whisk arms. Biblical disorder not unlike Sodom and Gomorrah ensued, but with Lego and Raleigh bikes, for a good couple of days. Very quickly the strict oldest gets the bowl regime was re established and natural order prevailed. Sensibly my old man went back to his paper, he knew better than to get near social order experiments like this. Was it like this in your childhood homes? I assume none of this happens these days as adults who should know better occupy their time telling kids about their rights to pronouns but you never know.
I think we had a whisk each and then shared the bowl if my dad was out. Otherwise he got first dibs on the bowl as he liked cake mixture. ps as I adore cake mixture I had told a customer who was doing some baking. She only came up to where I was working with a little bowl full of cake mixture for me! best customer ever!!
Yes, at my nan's house, she also used to feed us a little slice of a raw pork sausage - i have no idea why, other than to add salmonella and listeria to the 'a little bit of dirt won't kill you' myth......
