Grampy's Bweet Potato Casserole

Hi Sofie,

Have you ever been wide awake when you were supposed to be sleeping?

That's how Grampy was last night. Actually it was very early this morning, and he could not sleep at all!

So he went downstairs to the kitchen and scooped out the giant sweet potatoes he had baked last night. He mashed them up and put some unusual stuff in them, like a blurp of maple syrup.

(Blurp is a word I just made up by mixing slurp and burp. Do you like to make up words, too?)

This morning, I found Grampy cutting up beets into little squillars (square pillars, of course) and poking them into the dish of sweet potatoes.





He put it in the oven on 350º for about an hour.

Poor Grampy! When it was time to go have Thanksgiving dinner with the Marchands, he was too hoozy (hot + woozy) to go. (It was not something contagious he had, just some medicine that makes him hoozy for a few days.)

So Sonnie and I took Grampy's bweet potato casserole to share with Pam, Ed, Kerrie, Lars, Dean, Amy, Robert, and Bender. Bender sat, shook hands, twirled left and right, and rolled over for his food.

We were happy that Amy and Robert did not leave Bender home! He gave us excellent clues under the table while we played Pictionary.

Someday Bender will meet Grampy and show him a few more tricks!

Love,
Grammy & Grampy