My grandma met my grandpa because they chained the fire exit doors at her job, she was concerned about retaliation for whistleblowing, and "seduce the fire marshal so he picks you up for a date from work and sees the chained doors" is a viable strategy. They were married for many happy years.
This post kind of exploded and I woke up to see the notes and got hit with SO MANY happy feelings and memories. She's been gone almost 20 years now.
So I share with you all Grandma Jean' Liver Paté recipe. You have to get good, fresh livers!
I have known only two people well who have had gout -- both in their toes, and neither had anything to do with diet. ready to believe that's a shakespearean myth.
Eating high purine foods does increase your chances, but only if you're metabolically receptive.
Similar to, not everyone eating butt-tons of spinach get kidney stones either, but kidney stones are made of dietary oxalic acid—as well as ppl not eating much Ca or oxalic acid can and do get stones.
I have a close friend who was suffering from it in his feet on and off for years. On the suggestion of another friend he switched to a vegetarian diet and hasn’t had it come back since.
For those commenting about it being a meet-cute: she did actually fully orchestrate a meet-cute (he was a friend of a friend; she knew he liked dancing; friend hosted a party and invited a bunch of people who didn't like to dance; oh noooo they're the only dancers at the party oh nooooo)
Also I do acknowledge that many of my Grandma Jean stories are apocryphal. She was a storyteller and so I don't know what percentage of any given story was "true." But honestly it doesn't matter to me. She was larger than life and I love that about her.
My grandmother child of polish immigrants, raised mixed Catholic-Lutheran, had a crush on my Irish Catholic first generation grandfather and they worked together at "the Metropolitan Life." She resolved to get his attention by wearing an orange sweater on Saint Patrick's day, to get his goat.
He flicked ink down the front of it. Would probably be a trip to HR now, maybe for both of them. Ended up they had eight kids and were pretty happy. He died relatively young but we just lost her at 108 last year. Old school Brooklyn good egg she was and not without an edge.
My grandmother who had been an English teacher got cited for a traffic violation by a cop who had been her student so she corrected his spellings and gave the citation back to him and made him give her another one without errors
CHAMPION troll.
(We did that with our apartment rental agreement update sent by Apartment (Mis)manager from Hell. There were THREE different misspellings of my name, and it went downhill from there. We also included "null and void until [name] provides information on bank holding deposit...
...in escrow." [Yes, she's withholding that information, to which we are LEGALLY ENTITLED, like it's a goddamn national-security secret.] We did not receive any response whatsoever to the heavily edited, UNSIGNED agreement we mailed back to her, so we've technically been month-to-month for YEARS.)
When I was 12, I had to go to an ER at a Catholic hospital. Ultimately, I was fine, but at the time I felt really crappy. Trying to cheer me up, my father pointed to the crucifix and said "hey, at least you're feeling better than that guy."
Long ago my grandmother accidentally washed a bunch of paper money my grandfather left in his pockets. She was hanging them up to dry on a clothesline when a county cop came by. She told him she had just printed up a fresh batch & was waiting for the ink to dry. 😂
When I was a child, my mum accidentally put in the washing machine my dad's trousers with some bills in them. Meanwhile they were watching the news on TV and got incredibly confused hearing that "such-and-such corrupt politician is investigated for money laundering".
My grandparents, who were more or less Frank and Estelle Constanza, once argued over who had more clothes. This involved them spending about half an hour yelling at each other while throwing clothes on their bed from the drawers and closet. Then they went on with their day as if nothing had happened
