uncle bob, i only knew my paternal grandma, and she was 175 years old by the time i came around. i don't remember her ever cooking, but (in true irish form) eating a ton of oats and gallons of milky, sweet tea.
one of the few memories i have of her is chasing us around with the hair removed from her hairbrush, saying she'd stuff it in our mouths. my sisters and i had a great time screaming and running away.
so, i guess my answer to your thread is a hairball.
ok, i'm gonna go with an old girlfriend's italian grandparents, who i adopted as my own.
every year, when we visited them in florida, grampa louie and i would get up before high tide and sunrise and go crabbing for blueclaws, while we munched on pepper and egg sandwiches that grandma selena made, having gotten up even earlier.
that night, for dinner, we'd have those crabs in a light tomato sauce (god help me if i get the name of it wrong
) like a marinara, over angel hair pasta.
it took 2 hours to eat all of those tasty bits of monster, and you were covered in sauce from forehead to lap, but it was one of the best dinners i've had in my life.