The comfort of tradition.
I picked up many traits from my family (grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents, siblings). Sometimes the nature and nurture are in a blend that I can't describe, and I love it. I am extremely particular when I eat - or order in a restaurant. Once, after my Grandma Martin passed, we went to lunch with her brother, my great uncle Don. He ordered a cheeseburger, REALLY well done, with no tomato and the fries extra crispy. I almost lost it. I crowded in and said "I'll have what he's having!" and "Also, I've never been able to say that before!" It was awesome. And wild, since it was many generations between us and this was only the 3rd or 4th time I'd ever seen him.
The other day, when I was making zucchini bread, I needed an orange for orange zest. When I was shopping for oranges, the grapefruits were next to them and they looked really good. I bought one and when I got home, searched for my grapefruit tool. It's an old Tupperware tool with a hook on one side and a flat piece on the other:
I actually found it! It has been years since I used it. I thoroughly enjoyed that grapefruit and fondly thought of my grandparents as they did the same thing years and years ago. Grandma and Grandpa Gummerson were amazing people, and little memories of them pop up in cool places. Like this one. Though, I think they sprinkled sugar on theirs.
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