I remember making exceptionally rare roast beef for Anna’s grandmother, who everyone – including me – calls ‘Granny Pat’. It was too rare for Anna, but not for Granny Pat or I. Afterwards, she told me, not for the first time, that I could have her scotch glass when she passed, because she liked that we drank a little drink of scotch each time we visited.
-5 March 2017
This post is part of the I Remember series.