To Grandchildren's Hearts

Hope is not the only one who is "food". Yesterday was a reminder of the way to all grandchildren's hearts. We spent the cold, wet, wintery day in the kitchen. After breakfast of homemade egg mcmuffins, Ryan whipped up a peach cobbler which we consumed hot with ice cream. Dillon assisted me in cooking fried rice aka "Rice A' Ron E". There is a small dab of that left also. We did remember to feed the chickens and Grandpa Ron too, but they definitely were last minute thoughts. One whole box of Pirates Of The Caribbean chocolate marshmallow cereal disappeared, plus the chocolate donuts are gone, few cookies remain, the cupboards are becoming bare. Just call me Old (Grand) Mother Hubbard.