The Postcards for Mom Pranksters

In the interest of irony, This is what we are trying to prevent. Growing up Mom was not exactly a gourmet cook. Will and I survived but the damage was done. Thus the irony of sending Mom recpies is almost as thick as the smoke rolling out of the oven. Although I am sympathetic towards my brothers plight, EVERYONE keep in mind that HE is responsible for the formation of this site. This said I feel that he should have to feel the brunt of Mom's attempt at cooking. And I do mean attempts. I feel that we should in the next coming days share with you several of the "attempts" that happened while we were growing up. Having an understanding what we had to go through will lend to the irony of sending Mom recpies. Will you should go first.