Oh, Peg... I'm gagging. That reminds me of a story my pastor told me. His grandmother, also senile, insisted on cooking dinner for him, his wife, and 4 kids who were all coming to visit. Their arrival was delayed by one day. They were dismayed when she walked them through the kitchen to welcome them and proudly displayed the pot of spaghetti she had prepared at noon the previous day and the panful of meat sauce that she prepared simultaneously that had been sitting on the counter all night and day as well. The worst of it was that she insisted they all eat. Beccy
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