Today is the 17th anniversary of my Grandmother's death. I selected this day each year to take a look at my life and make sure that I am living a life that she would be proud of. So far, so good. As she was a cook, I always like to don the apron and spend some time in the kitchen. After a few home made Roddarita's, I put in the "Two Fat Ladies" DVD (a fun BBC cooking show from the 90's) and began to cook. I snacked on some Boar's Head Prosciutto Panini while I made tomato basil soup. I warmed up some left over seasoned chicken breast and folded it all in with some finely grated colby/jack cheese mixture and will soon poor it over the brown rice that I have just lovingly prepared. I called a neighbor who recently had his wisdom teeth removed to see if he needed any soup (he has moved on to whiskey and has gone past soup) and lo and behold I get to have it all for myself. At any rate...a good night and I would like to think that my Grandmum was with me the whole time enjoying herself in the kitchen. I love you Grandma. Always and forever.
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