[silverleaf]

That was sarcasm

[mairdie]

Thanks. Didn’t catch it.

We were so much a non-cooking household that I assumed everyone else ate healthy except us. Mother’s best dish was refried spaghetti. Cooked hamburger, cooked spaghetti, covered in catsup and fried dry.

One of my favorite images of grandmother was standing in the kitchen doorway holding the cake layer she’d just popped out of the pan and bending it back and forth while laughing happily. They might not have been great cooks, but they both had a great sense of humor.