It’s funny how you remember the smallest, what may seem unimportant things from your childhood. I have so many memories of visiting my grandmother’s house. Playing Parcheesi and Rummy 500 card games on the porch on a warm summers day. Her making me breakfast when I slept over. She made everything, french toast, pancakes, oatmeal, and I especially remember a soft boiled egg in an egg cup all chopped up.…
