We visited Grandma. Basically, just dropped in on her to see how she was doing. In classic fashion, she invited us in – and just as quickly sat us down to eat.
It wasn’t mostaccioli or flank steak – it wasn’t homemade at all. From her pantry, she pulled a seemingly endless supply of store bought cookies. Maple-flavored Windmills, chocolate-striped shortbread, and various types of sfogliatine.
It was a surprisingly warm and beautiful day for mid-January, but it is southern California after all, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
Grandma offered us some lemons off of her overgrown tree, and we were happy to take them. Before we knew it, Joe was using them to play catch with Meg. Sophie and Grandma were rolling them across the table to each other. I did some juggling.
There wasn’t really anything “special” that happened. It was a just a good day with Grandma. But it was nice to just sit around and do nothing in particular, and yet have a great time.
2 comments:
you need to edit this blog entry because it says your grandma raided her panty.
although that is effing hilarious, i don't think it is what you intended to say.
until then: you ate cookies from your grandma's panties. hot.
OH BOY! Thanks for the heads up!
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