Vinegar Pie, Cat Eyes, and the Tales from Grandma’s Kitchen
By Myra Vanderpool Gormley, CG • Nov 1st, 2006 • Category: Digging“Grandma, what am I?” I used to ask while bouncing about her culinary kingdom, the farmhouse kitchen, while Grandma multi-tasked, keeping the woodstove going and tossing a pinch of this and a dash of that into a big bowl.
Not who but what. I wanted to know our ethnicity.
“You’re a mess,” Grandma would say, her hazel-green eyes twinkling.
