Ben, who now lives in
, flies East and brings his little boys over for breakfast. With my own grandsons in mind, I stocked up on bananas, orange juice, milk, and of course lots of bagels, warm from the oven when I picked them up. Los Angeles
kids sat down at the table and stared right past a platter of bagels, not interested, didn’t even know what they were. I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it. Why -- my grandchildren teethed on bagels. All except Miriam-- she begged for bagels just to lick off the cream cheese. California
“Granola,” says Ben. “They eat granola for breakfast. Where’s your granola?”
Granola? In 86 years I’ve never bought granola. Never seen a granola in my life. Don’t even know where one would find it (them?) in Wegman’s.
And then – Wait a minute! Abigail used to live in
– and didn’t she leave something on the top shelf last summer? And what’s Ben reaching down? Can it be? Yes it is! A box half full of granola! California