Bummer

Goodbye grandma.

The bulk of my memories of Grandma Lestz were centered around the Thanksgivings we had at her house when I was a kid. Her house was always impeccably decorrated and endlessly fascinating to me. So many things to break! Things from all over the world both old and new. At dinner, she firmly yet graciously filled in the gaps of my ettiquette education. It was from her that I learned to take a pat of butter and put it on my bread plate before applying it to my roll. It didn't really seem to make much sense to me then and it still feels like an unncessary and impractical extra step in the bread-buttering process but she exuded an authority on the issue that to this day I still scrape the butter off my knife on to little plate and then immediately scrape it back up and put it on my bread. Such is the power of grandmothers.