My mom surprised me by asking to go with me to Washington, D.C. back in January when I found out about Alton Brown being at the Smithsonian. She wanted to go. Why? I don't know. She doesn't watch
Good Eats,
Feasting on Asphalt or
Iron Chef America. In fact she doesn't even know the channel number for the Food Network on the satellite service. She doesn't cook much any more. There was no rhyme or reason to it but she wanted to go.

So it was going to be a girls road trip to DC and seeing AB. I was excited from the moment of knowing about it. Mom was excited too but for reasons other than meeting Alton. Actually, she had met him before. Last March in Marietta, Ga. My good friend L's grandmother passed away a few days before we were to head south mom stepped in and ever since she been a traveling monster.
Anyway, a few weeks before the latest event mom was wondering what to bring for AB to sign. She didn't have any of his cookbooks. One day while prepping veggies and using my bench scraper, I hit me. I had a slightly used bench scrapper she could take. It would be perfect.
While we where in line to see Alton, he had the event staff pass out sticky notes to write our names on them. AB claims to be a terrible speller and said he could mess up spelling Bob.
After I had my first meeting with Alton for the evenig, I was standing back waiting for her. I don't remember exactly what I was doing but I was not looking in the direction of mom and Alton. Then suddenly I hear AB say, "Oh, you want the ebay version." I then hear mom say, "No." And Alton persisting to say, in a joking tone, about her selling it on ebay. And mom countering with no.
About ten nos later from mom, I stepped back toward the table, standing right behind Alton, and say, "I won't let her sell it." Alton straighten up from being bent over the table to sign the item and tells us both his mom would buy it. At this point mom is still telling him she isn't going to sell it and she was giving it to me.
AB insists his mom will buy the bench scraper, even telling us to put in on ebay that night and make it "buy it now" and she will buy it. Of course, I'm laughing all of the time about whole thing, playing along and basking in the exchange with him. Alton was in top form with his goofiness and I loved ever minute of it. I'm not sure what mom thought of the whole thing. But as we were leaving, AB turned completely around from the table, toward us, still insisting his mom would buy the item. He took a few steps away from the table with us, still claiming his mom will buy it.
Afterward, she thought he was so funny, being so insistent. I told mom he was just being his normal fun self. She did a great kick out of it.
When the dust settled and we were at the food portion of the program, mom was looking at the bench scraper and gloated how she got the little AB character. Foiled again. She also had to point out the size of the little guy, taking up most of the left side. And keep on pointing out this fact.
Irony defined. It was my bench scraper. It was my idea to bring the thing. I didn't get the little AB on my cutting board.
The only good part, she did give it to me. :)
Oh, and its still in my possession and not up for bid on ebay. Check the date on the newspaper ;)