It never fails that when we have big family reunions up in New Jersey, someone will say something that gets the whole place rolling in laughter and it becomes a pseudo-theme for the weekend. What was shocking about this particular trip was that the random comment where laughter ensued came from my grandmother.
The reunion this weekend was all about her, since she turned 80 on Friday and that is just awesome. But Friday afternoon when we pulled into town, she was helping everyone make sandwiches for lunch when she came out with the doozy.
"Does anyone want ethnic bread for their sandwich?"
I'm not kidding when I say that the 6 or 7 of us standing in the kitchen halted in our places and put a collective "What?" look on our faces. She asked one more time and before we could continue our thoughts as to what the hell ethnic bread was (pita? baguette? naan?) she pulls out a plain old loaf of America's finest 100% organic wheat bread.
"Organic, organic, oh crap, I meant organic." We all instantly burst into laughter and the rest of the weekend was full of random one-offs like, "hey go into the kitchen and get me a glass of ethnic water" and the like. The Weekend of Gramma was a resounding success, to say the least.
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I am still laughing......classic!!
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