Warm and Fuzzy
I’m always reminded of my grandma when the holidays grow closer. She WAS the holidays to me. She would slave away in the kitchen making everyone’s favorite dishes, including creamy, fluffy mashed potatoes with nary a lump. I would make my plate and then get a huge soup bowl just to fill with mashed potatoes. We’d have dessert and instead of going back for a piece of pie, I’d go back for more mashed potatoes. I don’t... Read More
