Monday, December 12, 2011

There's a reason why I always check my hot chocolate for floaters...

The year was 1979 and my sister, Erica, and I had been invited to eat breakfast with our grandparents at a hotel in Miami, Florida.

We weren't especially close with them but she and I took advantage of the opportunity, as it was immediate relief away from our parents.

While we waited for our breakfast to be served, our grandparents engaged us in small talk, where my sister and I complained about how mean our parents were because they never let us drink hot chocolate.

Finally, breakfast arrived at our table. My mouth was drooling as I stared at the plate before me...a decent sized stack of pancakes, smothered in gooey syrup and fluffy whipped cream. The waitress set a steaming mug of hot chocolate next to my plate, as I watched 5 mini marshmallows bob happily at the top.

My sister brought her mug up to her lips and immediately yelped, "Ow, this is hot!", as if she somehow hadn't seen the mist of hot steam rising from the mug.

"Why don't you start on your pancakes while your hot chocolate cools off," our grandmother suggested.

We began digging into our stacks of pancakes and shoveling fork after fork of syrupy goodness into our eager mouths.

Erica began to dip her finger into her hot chocolate but our grandmother warned, "You need to wait just a few more minutes. I still see steam rising from your mug".

The small talk continued...what were we learning in school, who were our best friends...the usual crap that grandparents want to know.

In between bites of my breakfast, I stirred my hot chocolate, as the marshmallows melted into a creamy white swirl along the top.

My sister continued to eye hers with avid anticipation, just waiting for that moment for the little cloud of steam to dissipate.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to young children such as ourselves, our grandmother announced, "It's probably fine to drink your hot chocolate now."

Our grandfather had just shoveled a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, as he said, "Go on...your grandmother said you can drink it now."

And that's when it happened.

My sister frowned as she peered into her mug.

There, floating at the top of her hot chocolate, was a tiny smidgen of scrambled egg, which had flown out of our grandfather's mouth as he spoke to us.

I kicked her under the table, teasing her, "Well, aren't you going to drink it?!"

She kicked me back...hard. "Uh, no...I'm kind of full from the pancakes," she answered.

"You've been anxious to drink that hot chocolate since the minute the waitress served it. Go on, drink it," our grandfather commanded, spitting another piece of scrambled egg onto the table.

Our grandmother said, "Well, at least take a few sips. After all, we are paying for it."

My sister clutched her belly and complained, "My stomach is really full."

"Is there something wrong with your drink?" our grandfather asked, a piece of crusted scrambled egg barely balancing on the outer corner of his mouth.

"Uh, no. It's fine. I'm just full, really," Erica insisted.

After a few minutes, we left the restaurant and as we walked ahead of our grandparents to their car, my sister remarked, "Man, that sucked. I really wanted that hot chocolate, too. Did you see that big hunk of egg he spit into my mug?"

"Yeah," I answered. "Totally gross, huh?"

And that is why, even to this day, I can't drink a mug of hot chocolate without thinking of that incident.

Also, probably the reason why I drink it AFTER a meal. Because you never know when someone's going to spit in your hot chocolate.



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26 comments:

Missy said...

So funny and so typical of what a grandparent would do and not even know!

MandyE (Twin Trials and Triumphs) said...

It seems I almost always learn a valuable life lesson when I read your blog, Helene. Thank you. ;)

Oh, and blech!!! Hahaha!!!

Barbara said...

That is so funny! I feel so bad for your sister!

edshunnybunny said...

On my goodness! I laughed so hard at this-- because none of my (now grown) children ever want to sit near their grandmother--for the same reason! Her teeth are too big, and she tends to "spray" food particles whenever she talks. Oh the joys of getting old...LOL

Samantha said...

That is too funny! I think I would have thrown up...and I may have even said something...haha...

Singedwingangel said...

Umm yuck but notes for future reference sit far away from food spitting grandparents..and kids

blueviolet said...

Kids can NOT get over that kind of thing, and even as I crack up at the story, I know that were it to happen to me today, I would do the same thing - no drinky!

Eva Gallant said...

That's a funny story!

Shelly - Tropical Mum said...

Ewww! Funny story. :)

Nezzy said...

That's what grand-parenting is all about. Makin' memories!!! Heeehehehhee!!!

We can only hope they'll be good ones and not some uckey egged hot chocolate. Sure made for some funny blog fodder though!

God bless ya and have a awesome week sweetie!!! :o)

Jenny said...

LOLOL! That is nasty! My Dad's parents had passed before I was born. My Mom's Mom (Memaw) I was super close to. My Mom's Dad, Memaw's ex-husband, I was not close to at all. I didn't like him, especially since he cheated on and left my Memaw. He was so gross.

I still remember his nasty, greasy face and hair. When he'd spend the night at my cousin's house, they had to throw the pillows away. LOL!

Sela Toki said...

That really sucked not having to finally down that hot chocolate. I can just imagine your conversation afterwards. Way too funny. I'm laughing here. "...big hunk of egg..."

Chocolate Covered Daydreams said...

I'm surprised she just didn't blurt out that there was "something" in it. Then, again, grandparents were notorious for saying, "oh go ahead, it won't hurt you!"

Rebecca @ Unexplained X2 said...

OMG...old people rule! I can't wait to be able to fart without caring or spit in someone else's food...hysterical!

Lisa said...

Oh my. Ew. :)

Zeemaid said...

*LOL* I'd drink my cocoa first.. there's a better chance of no floaters happening. :)

Brooke said...

EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

Natalie said...

Ewww eggs in hot chocolate? Yeah that would scar me for life!

Kimberly said...

That is epic.
When I was little, I used to spend some weekends at my cousins house. We lived 3 hours away...completely irrelevant to the story...
Anyways, my Aunt made us some eggs and i found a giant hair in mine. It was hers. And she pulled it out like it was no big deal and told me to eat them.
I have yet to order any eggs from anywhere.

Amber said...

What a great story, and told so eloquently!

And your grandfather must've been doing some serious talking to have a whole chunk of scrambled egg make it over to your sister's mug!

myinnerchick.com said...

--What a funny, charming, & utterly gross story!

I can see that yellow egg lingering at the top of that chocolate.

Haaaaaaa.

That really SUCKS. x

championm2000 said...

Thank you for forever changing the way I drink future cups of hot chocolate!

Shell said...

How funny!

You know- after having kids- I'd probably just toss that piece out and drink up.

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Karen Peterson said...

Oh my goodness. That is so gross!

Twins Squared said...

That is so disgusting and I'm laughing so hard! I couldn't imagine what you were going to say but that wasn't it. I was even thinking as you said your grandfather shoved a forkful of eggs in his mouth "Really? You actually remember him eating a forkful of eggs?" I'm sorry I doubted you - I thought you were making up details for effect! But now I get it - of course you remember that as it's integral to the story! Now I'm going to think of that the next time we have hot chocolate too! So nasty!

I figure that if the children are alive when my husband gets home at the end of the day, I've done my job.

----Roseanne Barr



 
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