On the way home from Church yesterday, Christine thought it would be a good idea to take Grandma and Grandpa to The Original Pancake House for breakfast. This is NOT to be mistaken for IHOP. This is TOTALLY different. Lines all the way out side and around the parking lot, only seats 100 tops, and everything is made from scratch, fresh! My dad is a pancake LOVER and here he is in 'Pancake Heaven' trying to decide which ones to order.

There is no need to dress up or even get dressed for that matter when you eat breakfast here. Pajamas are just fine! (No lingerie accepted-whew!)
Who can tell me who these 'Chewbaca Boots/Slippers' belong to? They kept her plenty toasty on this overcast morning!
Grandpa and Grandma waiting with us outside. Aren't they cute? And take a good look at Grandpa--I see a resemblance to an uncle of his! Just add a gray mustache! Do you see it too???? We had fun laughing and visiting while we waited for our turn.
While we were eating, we looked over at one of the tables next to us, and a person there had ordered Corned Beef Hash. It looked divine! It jogged Grandpa's memory with a flash from his childhood: Mamo Myrna would ALWAYS make Roast Beef Hash on Monday mornings from the leftover Sunday roast beef dinner. You could count on it like the sun setting! He could see perfectly in his mind how she would attach the grinder to the table or the pull out bread board and put the meat, potatoes, carrots, etc. in and grind it up and then fry it into hash with a fried egg on top. He said he could smell it and taste it by just remembering the moment! He said it was very delicious. I can believe it because I remember my grandmother being a really tasty and good cook!
Then when we were driving home, we passed the 73 toll road on ramp and Grandma asked where that took someone. Duff answered that it connected up to the south down in San Juan Capistrano. This triggered a memory for Grandma! She remembered how every year her parents would load them up in the car and they would drive from Westchester to San Juan Capistrano for a 'ride' to see the swallows return. After the celebration, they would drive home via Pacific Coast Highway through Laguna Beach, Newport, Huntington, and then Palos Verdes. In PV, there was a Japanese vegetable stand and Mamo Minnie would stop and buy fresh peas and beans and they would go home and cook them for dinner.
I never ever heard these little 'bits' of growing up about my parents! They remembered them so vividly and warmly. It was great to hear about them, and so I just had to write them down for posterity!
We dropped off Mike and Adrianne at their apartment and they invited us up to see the new BBQ they got. It is pretty nifty! They'll be able to get down right gourmet and challenge Bobby Flay to a throwdown! Grandma and I helped Adrianne by washing and putting away some more dishes and kitchen stuff while she showed Grandpa (the family handyman...) where she wanted clocks, pictures, and shelves hung. Mike was his assistant. It's really coming together and looking homey.
Before we knew it, it was 3pm, and here we were still in sweats and pj's from the morning! We hopped in the car and came home to get ready for the President's Day BBQ. This is the first time in about 12 years we are not in Utah skiing during this weekend. But we were so tired and had so much to 'tie up' from the funeral and wedding that we decided this year to stay home. We BBQ'd shish kabobs--lip smacking good--and had cherry pie in honor of George Washington!
The guys washed all the dishes with Grandpa at the helm, and then Christine studied for her violin chair test tomorrow and her science test. Grandma and I knitted hats for the Humanitarian Center on our round looms, and they guys watched Transporter on the TV.
I need to just note: Grandma didn't put make-up on or comb her hair all day! I know, I know--hard to believe, but she went with the flow and the relaxing was good for her!
A great day all the way around!