In my books my Gaga was the best cook ever. Only Gaga could make the perfect cinnamon rolls. I’d watch her punch the dough, roll it out, and mix her special “goopey” for the bottom of the pan. Mmmmm, they were good.
Crazy as this may sound, Gaga made the best cauliflower and cheese sauce. (okay, maybe I was a strange child). But she had a special bowl she served it in, she would shred cheese over the top and nobody did it like her.
Every time my mom would visit, my kids wanted Grandma to make french toast. They thought only she could make the perfect french toast. She made powder sugar frosting, and that was what made it “special”. Didn’t matter how many times I did the same thing for them, it wasn’t like Grandmas.
I’ve spent the week with Bella, and my has it been dramatic. This grandma has been mush all week. Bella had her tonsils out, and as a Grammy goes, it’s tough. My poor sweet baby, hurting.
But this morning, four days after surgery, I believe I was granted a wonderful Grammy crown. I made pancakes!! (soft food and a very hungry girl) And from this day forward, I don’t believe anyone will make pancakes better than Grammy does!