I loved to go to my grandmother’s house. She loved to cook, and she would sing and hum while she fried up the best potatoes and eggs you have ever tasted. She also made knockout cowboy beans. (Even though she taught each of her five daughters how to do the same, each daughter’s pinto beans had a slightly different taste—all good—but my grandma’s were the best.) I also liked to spend the night there because she and my step-grandfather, Ernie, had added on a room in the back, which ha


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