they've gone to Burger King.No disrespect intended,,,, but sending them to Burger King may have been the last straw for your Grandmother. No self respecting Granny would allow her tribe to eat in town.
Having said this,,,, you need to know I have absolutely no respect for myself, I often leave a note and tell them to go to town to eat (no Burger King there,,,, population 900). There a c/store with sandwiches in saran wrap, pizza boats, and some other stuff that looks like it was made by Fisher Price for use in the little plastic resturant.
My grandma did make a little protest "you can't send them to Burger King!", but my mom told her that she was there to take care of my grandma, not to make lunch for the "boys". My grandmother grew up on a farm too, she started cooking for the men in the fields at age 10. Her rolls and pies, well all of her cooking, was to die for. She'd go through a 25 pound bag of flour a week, she'd make pies and rolls for the gangs hanging around her neighborhood. They always seemed to look out for her, she never had any problems with them.