My mother was a wonderful baker. Her work area was to the left of the refrigerator. I spent a lot of time on the refrigerator. Now she would probably be locked up for child abuse or neglect, but I survived with no mishap. I'm now 61. I liked it up there because it was warm from the motor on the refrigerator. Years later we would talk of me on the fridge. She told me she always had the worry that I would spit on her project. I tell you, it NEVER crossed my mind. I still love to bake.

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