For dessert Friday night we had some homemade apple cake that my grandmother had made. There's a bit of an inside joke behind that cake. When I was about 10 years old, I think, I was spending the night with them one night, when my grandmother and I decided to make a homemade apple cake. We got all the ingredients together, measured them into a mixing bowl, and then put the mixing bowl in the stand mixer. We turn the mixer on what we thought was low, and the thing just takes off. Batter is flying everywhere, and we're screaming and grabbing at the bowl trying to get it to stop! I think we ended up just throwing a towel over the whole thing. We had a really good laugh about it once we finally got the thing stopped, and then had to spend like 10 minutes cleaning the batter up in random places around the kitchen. We still talk about that day and laugh. It is definitely one of my favorite memories with my grandmother. My grandparents have always made me laugh and take the time to teach me things and do things together.
Saturday morning me, my grandfather, and Timothy made brunch. PawPaw taught me some of his tricks, since the "big country breakfast" has always been a specialty of his. We made biscuits, country ham, eggs, and hashbrown casserole and pigged out.
PawPaw and husband making breakfast (I would include a pic of myself but I was looking rough!)
Us on the porch.
Hope everyone's week is going well!