My grandmother’s kitchen was one of my favorite places on earth. At times it was bustling and busy as everyone worked together to make a meal for our big extended family. …but often it was quiet and peaceful. She would sit in her chair and invite you to join her so that she could hear everything that was going on with you. She would have her toast or tea and laugh and talk before sending you up the hill to the corner store to get a treat (and a Bounty Bar for her). We were never allowed to pay, it always went on “the bill” at the store. Even when…