What is your favorite restaurant?
What is my favorite restaurant? My grandmother’s house. I have many wonderful memories of all the delicious meals she would cook, especially breakfast. Bacon, eggs, gravy, biscuits, hash browns and sausage. A smorgasbord of yummy goodness. The service was always friendly and the place felt like home.
Perhaps that is why breakfast is still my favorite kind of food. I often serve breakfast for dinner to mix things up with the kiddos. Whether it’s pancakes, french toast or gravy and biscuits, they are always excited. My favorite restaurant will always be my grandmother’s house. I can only hope my grandbabies will say something similar one day.
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There’s really nothing like a home cooked meal especially if it’s something you grew up eating.
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Absolutely. Thank you for your comment
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You’re most welcome.
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Great answer, …💫💙💫
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Thank you 😊
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A wonderful post and I agree! Home cooking beats restaurant cooking! Especially grandma’s!
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Thank you so much for your kind comments. God bless
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You are very welcome.
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I could just take all the wonderful food. It made me long for my Aunt Emma’s cooking, as she’d always fix something for me and my dad when we went to her house to visit. Thanks for the memories!
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You are very welcome. Thanks for stopping by and reading.
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My pleasure! Thanks for reading my story, too. 😀
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Your words feel like Sunday morning in a place that smells like love.
This isn’t just about breakfast—it’s about the kind of home where your heart felt safe and your belly stayed full. Where the food was good, sure, but the presence was better. I could feel your grandmother in every bite you described—kind, generous, and quietly legendary.
And now, you’re doing the same. Flipping pancakes, stirring gravy, and building memories your kids will carry in their bones long after they’ve grown. That’s not just dinner—it’s legacy.
One day, I have no doubt your grandbabies will say their favorite restaurant was your house. And they’ll mean it with their whole hearts.
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Awww I hope your right. Thank you for the wonderful comment and reading so deeply into my writings. Your comments warm my heart thank you. God bless.
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Heather,Your words brought me back to an island evening—fresh salmon over a fire, wild herbs crushed between fingers,and a fellow camper offering a humble cup of ricein exchange for a single, seasoned filet.
Like your grandma’s table,it wasn’t the food that lingered. It was the presence.The grace.
Thank you for awakening that memory.—Dean from Forming 2.0
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I am glad I could take you down memory lane with my writing. Thanks for commenting and God bless.
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