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Just Like Mom Part 1

One of my favourite memories as a child is a horrrible incident that ended with my sister in tears.

When I was about 7 and my sister 8, she lived for only one thing, a TV show.  Cable TV wasn't really a thing yet, and one of the only channels we had access to on our Sony dial set was a game show called "Just Like Mom".  The premise of the show was pretty simple, if not a little bit overdone (pun intended.)

Three mother/daughter teams would compete in a first round of Honeymoon style trivia to the likes of what's your mothers favourite colour or who is your daughters favourite movie star (if it matters, hers was Tom Cruise and mine was of course Elvira... I was a weird kid.)  No matter the score, there were no losers and all teams moved onto the final round - The Bake Off.

Each daughter would have access to seemingly endless selection a of ingredients with the goal of baking the best cookies, which of course would be taste tested by mom.  True to the 1980's, the point of the bake off had little to no connection with preparing a delicious treat for mom, nobody watched the show to see moms beaming smile as she proudly ingested a love infused pastry.

The point of the show was degradation.

You see, the girls were never just simply provided with flower, eggs and chocolate chips.  Try and think for a moment about the types of things that you might consider putting in your mouth if not doing it meant the humilitation of a little girl.  A raw egg perhaps? Maybe you might eat a sardine coated in a mix of peanut butter and soy sauce.

But i digress.

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