It always tastes better at Grandma's

When I was little and would sleep over at my Grandma's house, most of the time we'd have Grape-Nuts for breakfast.  Weird little crunchy things that provided things like grains and vitamins and minerals.  Who was I to know it was healthy?  I just knew it was something I ate at Grandma's and loved.  Eating those things at home?!  Don't speak of it.  Grape-Nuts were reserved for Grandma's house. 

At my other Grandma's house, she could get me to eat eggs.  I despise eggs.  The smell, the texture, the sight of them makes me heave.  However, my Grandma has a way of scrambling an egg and adding just the right amount of salt, water, cheese and butter to make it scrambled perfection.  To this day, she still makes me scrambled eggs and they are the only ones I can handle.

As I sat eating my bowl of Grape-Nuts this morning, I just giggled.  What a weird thing.