<p>The sweetest phone call I got from my never needs me son is one I will always remember from one cold Saturday morning mid-winter his freshman year: “Uhhh mom…how do you get the t -shirts so white?”.</p>
<p>These are cracking me up, and sound all too familiar. The funniest (though it didn’t seem funny at the time) call that I got from a college child was when S called from school and said that his car had been towed. Question he asked? Could I call the towing company and ask them to please put the car back.</p>
<p>Sometimes you wonder where they came from!</p>
<p>Not so much a question, but today was S first day of classes soph year. Since I knew his schedule I was hoping he would text me to let me know how they went. Sure enough I get a text that reads “we forgot to pack my calculator”</p>
<p>justhismom, I’m sure he meant the “royal” we!!! The list was endless of things I thought D should take back to school this year (her 2nd). It would kill her to admit that I was right about any of it!</p>
<p>Turnaround is fair play … my daughter loves to tell the story about the time I bought tickets to see “some opera singer” at a music festival in Italy. When the curtain went up, she leaned over and said, “Did you miss the fact that the singer’s name was Marion Etta?” It was a puppit show … in Italian, of course. :o</p>
<p>My response to his text was " i remembered you told me that you did not need it" I am starting another pile in his room of stuff that ‘we forgot’ I am sure that tomorrow being the 2nd day of classes, there will be more items added.</p>
<p>S1 takes the bus to Driver’s Ed. Brother is at school, parents are at work. Gets on the bus in the wrong direction; by the time he gets turned around, it’s too late, so he goes home. Phone rings at work: “Do you know who has a house key?” Me: “You?” S: “No. Do any of the neighbors have one?” </p>
<p>Locked himself out. He leaves for college in 13 days. Let the festivities begin!</p>
<p>ellemenope, clearly your daughter was making “chicken with 100 clove of garlic”, sometimes known as chicken with 40 cloves of garlic, for the faint of heart (or palate).</p>
<p>When my (now successful) son was in high school, he asked me one January, “when’s spring break?” I replied, “In April.” To which he asked, “When’s that?”</p>
<p>It is fun to watch the young’uns start to do adult things, hunting and gathering food and cooking it.</p>
<p>Today’s question: How do you plump a raisin? The recipe calls for “raisins, plumped.”</p>
<p>I had to tell her that I have never plumped a raisin in my life and I am too young to start. (Had to look it up on the internet…)</p>
<p>Do you boil it in water? (or better still rum).</p>
<p>Wow, is she going to teach us all some cooking lessons? I’ve never plumped a raisin yet either, nor sauteed onions in a microwave. S hasn’t asked me any cooking tips to date. <grin></grin></p>
<p>Yes, you put the raisins in hot tap water (or other liquid, rum is good) for 10-15 minutes. But most raisins today don’t need plumping–not like the raisins of my youth that resembled dessicated tissue and came in the Sunmaid box.</p>
<p>You can’t saute onions in a microwave, right? (is that part of the joke?).</p>
<p>Someones kid asked how to saute onions in the microwave.</p>
<p>Yep, I read that in one of the messages above. So far, I have no idea what S has been eating, but he hasn’t been asking me anything about cooking. I know there are some decent eating places on campus & across the street from campus. Maybe he has friends who cook?
When he was home this summer, he did make brownies once for me at my request, to take to a meeting (yes, it was a brownie mix but it turned out very well).</p>
<p>Not a funny one about a college kid but my old roommate told me this story: He is Indonesian and had gotten into Grad School in Oregon. Upon arriving in the US airport, he was desparately thirsty so he ambled up to a Coke vending machine (he recognized the logo, of course) but he had no idea how to operate it because there was no equivalent back in Indonesia. He looked it over but was simply too embarrassed to ask passers-by. What he did was take a seat nearby and watched what others did. After witnessing someone’s successful purchase he quickly did the same.</p>
<p>When he told us this story, we were cracking up!</p>
<p>Friend of mine’s son went off to a college with very little on campus housing, so he ended up living in an apartment with 2 of his high school buddies (can you see that this won’t end well?). On about day 3, the evening before classes started, the boys decided to cook their first dinner, spaghetti. There were 2 phone calls just to her about how to cook it - some to the other moms as well - then a long silence, then about 3 hours after dinner, another call. “Mom, the dishwasher’s on fire???!!! What do we do???!!!” Uhh, call the fire department?
In retrospect, it could have happened to anyone, they put a wooden spoon in the dishwasher and it fell onto the open coil heating element and started smoking, no real flame, and fixed by dousing the wooden spoon in the sink - not sure about the DW 
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<p>When our kitchen got redone I learned lots of things, including how to saute onions in a microwave. :)</p>
<p>Really, mathmom? You can saute onions in a microwave? Pkease share.</p>
<p>From a cooks(dot)com recipe, using 3 medium onions, thinly sliced, and 1/4 c butter: “Combine onions and butter in 3 quart microproof casserole. Cover and cook on high 10 to 12 minutes, or until onions are transparent, stirring once during cooking time.” Who knew?!</p>
<p>Thanks, zipyourlips. You’re right - who knew?</p>