Grandmas

So every likes my life stories of both my lovely grandma’s. The only mail I get here is from grandma in Oconomowoc, WI and there is usually an attached clipping either an Ann Lander column or an article about saving Aussies because they don’t believe in sin and how God needs to be re-institutionalized. So people know that grandma but her letters. And no one else gets mail so I share bits and pieces and it is like it is their grandma and everyone can relate. When the time is right I’ll tell stories of my Grandma Rose and her martinis plus other adventures. They especially like the comparison to martini’s and breasts. One is not enough, two is just right, and three is too many. Well grandma taught me how to make a fantastic topping for asparagus so every time I make asparagus I have to make this topping. I was helping cook the other day and was making this topping and they all looked at me like I was from Jupiter and were very afraid. I had to say, “My grandma who fancies martinis taught me how to make this.” Wow -they changed faces, smiled and gave my loving approvals. When we finally ate they were very impressed how this tasted and loved it. So thanks to my Grandma’s for life lessons and compassion. I will have a glass of wine tonight and I am told when I get back I should (or have to) enter the stage of drinking martini’s. Aren’t cosmopolitans a martini?