I'm not exactly sure how much time I spent at my grandma's house when I was a little girl, but for some reason I think it was a lot. Most of the time, I dreaded the visit because we had to do chores for her, and they were nasty chores. Like going down in her cellar to fetch her laundry. Or going in the super scary storage below her deck to get her gardening tools for her. But there were three things that I loved to do at my grandma's house. The first was, of course, take candy from her candy dish; what kid doesn't love to do that? Second was to count all the butterflies in her house. My grandma loved butterflies and she had them everywhere you could possibly put butterflies - butterfly knickknacks, butterfly paintings, butterfly pins, butterfly dishes, and so on. So I would go all around the house in every room, even her closet, and count the butterflies. I wish I could remember what kind of numbers I came up to - I think it was nearly 200, maybe more.
The third thing I loved doing, which is also the reason for this trip down memory lane, came to my mind this morning as I was preparing the meat for tonight's dinner. I was the happiest at my grandma's house when she busted out the pink and blue Styrofoam trays that raw meat was packaged in.
Yes, you read that right, I played with raw meat packaging. My sister and I would cut it into shapes, color on it, trace patterns on it. It was so much fun, we could spend hours with it. And you know she only washed it with water and dish soap. Can you imagine if I gave my daughter raw meat packaging to play with today?*** I would probably have Child Protective Services called on me for attempting to give my daughter E.coli or salmonella poisoning! It's a shame, too, because I'm telling you, those things were fun!
***I inserted the picture after I wrote the content of the post...so I discovered that I can buy 1000 trays that have never had raw meat on them for only $34. I'm seriously considering this!