You Are What Your Grandmother Ate

New Scientist ^ | 11-13-2006 | Roxanne Khamsi

[Twinkie]

That was my grandmother, Bob. I mean, you're Bob, not my grandmother Bob. . I actually had some of that same good food, but also indulged in those Hostess cupcakes and Twinkies; hence, the name Twinkie dominates in my constitution.

[NicknamedBob]

I was sure that you would take it with good humor.

I'm not sure exactly what it was my grandmother ate, but if I'm snips and snails and puppydog tails, I came by it honestly.

[Pan_Yans Wife]

I'm a cup of tea and a nip of toast? Hmmm... no wonder why I am always HUNGRY.

[fortunecookie]

I wonder how that happened?

Nature ... and nurture. ;-)

I did not inherit my grandmother's (and mother's) green thumb. But she did plenty of successful gardening. I did inherit my grandfather's severe allergies to all that is green. As far as I was told, I'm the only one of my cousins who did, and I remember my relatives saying things like 'poor thing' because of that.