Memory Lane Fridays. Join em.
After reading some other entries, I'm almost hesitant to post mine. My friends are amazing story tellers.
Anyhow. When I was a teenager, I lived with my grandparents for a year (while we were in the process of moving to BC). And every morning (!) my Grandma would cook me up my favourite breakfast of fried mushrooms and toast. Sometimes with bacon. She'd start with butter in the pan, and heat it to sizzling. Then she'd pop the toast in the toaster for me, and then add the mushrooms to the pan. This is when I would usually appear - the sizzling sounds and the smell of butter cooking were like the alarm to quit playing around and get upstairs.
MMm..
They were a perfect breakfast before my early starts - being a band geek I had to get to school by about 7 am for practice most mornings. I remember sitting down at the dining room table with my granddad and a cup of tea. He was always interested to hear what was going on that day, and nag me a bit to get my homework done.
I was so lucky to have that year with my grandparents. I just didn't know how much to appreciate it at the time. If I had my scanner hooked up, I would scan in my favourite picture of them, from back when they were married. Sorry.
That must've been awesome spending a year with your grandparents! Especially as a teenager, when you were old enough to remember that great experience.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing how the smell of your grandmother's cooking is so powerful?!
Yum. I love the sound of that meal!
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