My paternal Grandmother never cooked. I never saw her cooking, nor do I recall ever having tasted something cooked by her. And every time she offered to lend a hand…
There was no peanut butter when I was growing up. In fact, there hardly were any peanuts, but at least those I knew existed, because elephants fed on them in…
We don’t really celebrate Halloween. At least, not in the proper, pumpkin-carving, costume-hunting and decorating-our-home-with-spooky-stuff kind of way. Somehow, after having our daughter, noticing the hype of importing every other…
