They say that food is the way to a man’s heart. I say a good meal can bring people together like no other magic on earth. My name is Mary, but folks in Peggy’s Cove call me Grandma Mary. All of ‘em, and truthfully, I don’t mind. I like taking care of others. Being the local grandma means that I represent warmth, home, and love – all decent qualities, if you ask me.
When I’m not taking care of others, I like to garden or go into town and catch up on the latest news. Cooking is another hobby of mine, if you haven’t figured that out. But it gets a bit dull cooking for just myself and my husband, Jamie. Thankfully, my daughter is coming home, and she’s bringing her daughter, Meara, with her. I’m so thrilled to see Sharon again and meet my granddaughter, I can hardly contain myself. Jamie grumbles at me every morning over his coffee, but I just ignore him. There’s nothing wrong with a little anticipation and excitement, is there?
I’m planning to cook Sharon’s favorite childhood meal for her homecoming. As I said before, food can be a powerful thing--evoking memories, creating memories, or just adding another layer of specialness to something that’s already pretty darn special. Join me in welcoming them to our little town, would you? I always make extras.
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