My Grandpa

I have always thought my grandpa ate weird things. When we had leftover Jiffy Pop, he would eat it the next morning for breakfast as cereal with milk; even if it was burnt. He drank buttermilk. He ate onions like apples. He drank Delaware Punch (which I have yet to see in a store anywhere.)

He loved frozen potato chips and Tru-Blu Lemon Cookies.

And he always had to have bread with every meal; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It didn't really matter what it was and the toasted bread for breakfast was often leftover from dinner the night before; biscuits, rolls, sour dough, or buns. One morning we were at Grandma and Grandpa's farm for breakfast. There weren't many store close by but there was a 7-11 down the road. Grandma sent Grandpa to the mini-mart to get some canned biscuits or some bread for toast. Grandpa came back with hot dog buns. Now I know that store probably had canned biscuits and they had to have sandwich bread, but I'm pretty sure Grandpa saw those buns and thought they sounded pretty good for breakfast. Not sure if words were exchanged, but Grandma buttered up those buns and we had them for breakfast.

The other day I made Kevin some eggs for breakfast and really wanted some toast. I didn't have any bread but found a couple of leftover hot dog buns in the freezer. I put some butter and garlic salt on those suckers and toasted them up. Kevin loved them. I smiled and told him all about my Grandpa.

By the way Grandpa, even though I don't put milk on it, I love leftover popcorn for breakfast!