Food and people

Funny how food triggers so many memories or maybe I just like food more than I should.
Ritzee burgers=bird
Egg salad, potato salad=mom
Sloppy joes=dad
Ice cream=heather
Small portions=Amy
BBQ chips, cheesy hash browns, Chips ahoy=gig
Jello=Jodi
Tuna casserole=sister
But the person I associate food memories with the most is grandma Marion. This woman knew how to set a table and to serve her food. Mornings you always found a Danish on her table, without fail. Always green grapes in her refrigerator. Blue berry muffins at every holiday meal. Chips and dip, nuts and punch always on her appetizer table on all holidays. Fresh fruit cut up and served in a small bowl screamed, "I love you" to my childs heart Diet Pepsi. She always had an abundant of diet Pepsi. I would only would drink that out of desperation. Cereal before bedtime. Plastic bowls filled with ice cream and all the toppings. But going out to eat will always remind me of my grandma. She knew all the nice restaurants and she let me order whatever I desired. French toast for dinner? Yes. Club sandwich for a 9 year old? Well, of course.
I feel the closest to my grandma when I am eating a good meal and I think I make her proud when I set a killer appetizer table.
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This is now

After a two year break I am back to my blog. Since my last blog I have given north to our third son, Jacob or as I call him, "dudes." Andrew graduated from high school, holly has boobs and Matty is in kindergarten.  I survived 2011 on prayer, faith and hope. By far 2011 was the worst year of my life. This has been a short word from Nicole