I Am My Grandmother

I spent something on the order of six hours cooking today: Turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry, grilled asparagus, and apple pie.

The food came out pretty well, if I do say so myself.

Everything was eaten in seventeen minutes.

I watched this happen to my grandmother at every holiday for thirty years. Now, apparently, I am my grandmother.

Incidentally, I just got off the phone with my grandmother and, at age 87, she still made a bigger holiday dinner than I did.