This year my family decided to bring Christmas to my grandmother. She doesn't like to leave the house anymore, so we decided to make all of the food and bring it to her house.
My grandmother eats pasta every Sunday at 1 pm. Holidays follow the Sunday rules. If you show up at 1:10, they're usually cleaning up and putting out dessert. My father fondly recalls the Thanksgiving a few years back when we were in a head-on collision, still got to my grandmother's house at 1:15, and all of the food had been put away.
At 1 pm yesterday, dinner wasn't ready.
My grandmother began walking around the house with her empty plate pointing out to all of my cousins that it was 1 pm and her plate was empty. At 1:05, she then started yelling "Alms for the poor! Please!" while holding out her empty plate.
At 1:15, dinner was served. She said, "Finally!" When I asked her what she thought of the lasagna, she said, "It was very good. It would have been better at 1."
I love cooking for her. You need at least one honest critic in your family.
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