Last night the mister made bacon wrapped venison steaks. I was incredibly impressed- they were delicious. Can you use "rich" to describe something like that? Delicious, but I feel like I need to eat lettuce all day today. (I fixed broccoli to go with the steaks, but it was awful.)
Those were the first steaks ever prepared in our household. Pretty exciting evening, wouldn't you say?
That kind of cooking reminds me of Grandpa Bill and Grandma Robbie. I have yet to attempt the steaks Grandpa gave me recipe for. Grandma is a fantastic cook as well. And she makes the most amazing coconut cake in the world. Go ahead, ask anyone. I don't even like coconut, but her cake is marvelous.
Let me tell you what else you need to know about Grandma Robbie.
As I've mentioned before, the word "step" has no bearing on the grandparent-ness she has. She is our grandma through and through.
I guess I don't know too many southern women, but from what I understand she is the epitome of what they are described as being. She has the absolute sweetest southern drawl, so that when she calls me "sweetheart" it sounds more like "sweet-tart," which I kind of love because I think that it honestly describes me a little more accurately.
You've heard my ravings about the southern cooking, so I won't rant any further about that; just know- mouth watering, finger licking good.
Grandma Robbie is a hard worker. I would venture a guess that almost daily (weather permitting) she puts on her work clothes and heads outside to work in the yard. And when the boys, excuse me, men, were redoing the deck, she led us in ridding the old boards of nails. On fishing days, she is right there with us, fishing, and doing the dirty work for us most of the time.
She is playful. My very favorite picture of Grandma Robbie is from when we were little, so unfortunately I don't have it with me or on my computer. I don't know if it was annually, but I remember Grandma and Grandpa visiting us in the early spring several times. Usually in March, I think. And at least two of those times, we experienced big, late snow storms.
The second snow storm was when I was attending Spoon, but the first was when Katie and I were little. Probably grade school. I'm pretty certain we were already guaranteed a snow day the next day, so that night, even though it was cold and dark, Grandma went outside with us to play in the snow. I think we built a snow wall, and the picture is of the three of us and our snowman. Then we took a bunch of snow inside and made snow ice cream.
She is strong. She had to be to handle someone as stubborn and gruff as Grandpa. At the same time, she seems to have this uncanny ability to let things roll off her back. Sternness that would have made us nervous or uncomfortable, she seemed able to roll her eyes at or chuckle off. I don't remember life before Grandma Robbie, but I think maybe she was the one who softened his rough edges.
I'm so thankful for the role Grandma Robbie has played in our lives, and especially in Grandpa's. She was so good to him. She took care of him when he couldn't do it himself anymore. When I look at them, I see love.
Grandma Robbie is the final grandparent for me to tell you about. She is a wonderful, priceless part of our family, and I'm thankful that God placed her in our lives.
I love you, Grandma.
Aimee Lou
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