Two Truths and a Lie

This afternoon was spent driving home from Wichita to Dallas, which took about seven hours. Normally it wouldn't take that long, but Biggity and I had to take a detour to grandmother's house.

Biggity was told by his grandparents that we should drop by his grandmother's place to say hello. He hasn't seen her in awhile and she wanted to talk to him for awhile before he went on his way.

After about an hour of driving, we exited the highway to head to his grandmother's country farmhouse. It was this really quaint ranch style house with a few cats running around the barn. The trim was painted a nice teal color whereas the house was a very vivid white. It was what you would expect a nice grandmother's house to be.

We go to the door and I get to meet Biggity's grandmother. She's very thin with equally vivid white hair. She was radiating with Biggity coming by. He gave her one of his drawings that he decided didn't work well with the rest of his show. Then we all walked into to the house and found seats in the living room. Before too long she was excited to be able to get us something to drink and a sandwich.

I had just had a buffet lunch for my brother's birthday, so I wasn't really hungry. Ben was also full from an earlier lunch, so we only accepted the invitation out of courtesy. We asked her what kind of sandwiches she could make us. She said that it would be easiest to make PBJ sandwiches.

I'm a fan of PBJ...especially when they are made by grandmother's. They just taste better. We quickly accepted the offer for the sandwiches. Then she asked us what sort of peanut butter we liked and we told her. I was in the mood for crunchy and Biggity wanted creamy peanut butter. She went off to the kitchen to make a couple sandwiches.

Before long she came back to the living room to say that even though she didn't have any crunchy peanut butter left she would mash some peanuts. I told her that it was really unnecessary, but she was intent on getting crunchy peanut butter. She went back to the kitchen where we could hear her using a meat tenderizor on a tray of peanuts.

Biggity was pretty upset that I asked for the crunchy peanut butter. I told him there wasn't any way that I could have known she didn't actually have any crunchy. He was still a little perturbed with me.

Before long she was back out with the sandwiches. Mine was crunchy peanut butter after she mixed some mashed peanuts into a little creamy peanut butter. It was very odd, but I cherished the sandwich.

Soon after we finished eating we took off for Dallas. Thanks for the crunchy peanut butter Biggity's grandmother!