just out of reach
Then there was the time one Christmas Eve, when company was many, and Mom had a pot of her homemade chili simmering on the stove. Well, seeing as how Mom was busy being an excellent hostess and performing the "can-can" with my grandmother and great aunt, I being such a good little helper, pulled up a chair and peered into the chili pot upon the stove. Hmmmm....needs a little somethin' I thought to myself. Yes! Chili pepper flakes, that'll do the trick. Santa will be so proud of me for helping out. I later learned, he was proud of me, my sister, my grandmother, my father...and heaven only knows who else decided to pamper the chili!! Needless to say quite soon after it was served in bowls that luckily weren't made of wax, the happy partiers made hasty exits.
"I wonder why they all left so fast?" my father asked as he helped himself to a second helping of the brew. Nothing ever seemed too spicey for our Dad. That's probably why he married Mom....lol. I can see him now, Davey Crockett coontail hat on his head, dipping toast into the bubbling inferno and winkin' at Mom who was sweetly waving goodbye out the window to the last of the revelers stuffing snow onto their flaming tongues. Christmas memories...ain't they grand?