Lunch With Grandma

Adventures, Eating, and Ruminations with Some Radical Grandmas.

A Little Crap Never Hurt I suppose

It’s close to dinnertime. I hear my grandma making a ruckus in the kitchen. I go down to assess the situation. She’s got a bowl of Cheetos in front of her and she’s munching away.

Me: Really? It’s almost dinner? And you’ve chosen to eat shit instead of the dinner I’ve cooked for you?

Grandma: Sometimes it feels good to eat shit! Go Shit! (in Yiddish).

And now I realized where I got the mouth I have…..

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