She didn't eat dairy but loved a good vanilla malt.
She didn't eat fish but looked forward to fried cod at Lent.
She didn't eat bread unless it was marbled rye.
She didn't eat liver but her fridge was reliably stocked with braunschweiger.
She made the best strawberry daiquiris this side of the Mississippi but never drank a drop of alcohol.
She always had sugar-free hard candy in the house old enough to crack a tooth.
She was never without a cool glass of iced tea wrapped neatly in a napkin.
She took her Cheerios over orange juice and her baked potatoes plain and her meat just shy of something that resembled coal.
She was my Gram, she was a conundrum when it came to food and she will be deeply missed.
|Yvonne H Ridenhour|
December 13, 1926 - August 6, 2011
The irony has never been lost on me that this is the stock from which I came. I picked up her bread habit somewhere along the way, swearing that I never eat the stuff and sneaking hunks of baguette when no one is looking...and of course my favorite is marbled rye.
Gram may you rest in peace and eat from heaven's bounty now.