Last week Curt's grandmother called and asked if we had any plans for Sunday night, as she'd like to have us down for dinner. Truth be told, I could have major surgery scheduled and would clear the calender to be able to accept one of her invitations.
Not only is she one of the best cooks on the planet, but she manages to make every meal an experience. The table is always set with nice linen, real silver, and fine china, even if the meal is just sandwiches. And no meal is complete without a sinful, homemade dessert. She's old school in the best way possible.
Curt and I were in the kitchen helping her do the dishes and yet again complimenting her on her cooking. She smiles and says that after dinner Grandpa often says to her "Jean, this was the second best meal you've ever cooked for me."
"What was the first?" I ask.
Grandma grins, "He tells me we haven't had that one yet."
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That's about the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
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