Lucky for us, Grandma L stayed on an extra week after the rest of the fam headed home. Now, I hate to reveal the dark side of my little family, but the truth is we have no problem exploiting others for their talents. Which is why poor Grandma spent a lot of her time with us like this:
A good hostess would cook for her guests. But listen, would you entertain Rachmaninoff by playing chopsticks on the piano? That would be silly! So we all just enjoyed the products of Grandma's kitchen internment. Including Little One! Because Grandma helped this vegetarian mamma canivorate the baby. That's right- thanks to Grandma Little One got to start eating chickens. Here She is, trying Her first meat:
Does She like it???
She does!
Well of course She does! Grandma made it! It's a sad day, I suppose, for the poultry of the world, but clearly a happy day for Little One. I guess I'll have to cook up some more when Grandma's gone. Hope I won't be too chicken to try it. HA! Ha ha!
Chicken. hee.
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