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potato pancakes were one of the main topics of conversation tonight.  My grandpa cant remember what he did at noon, my sisters name or if he drove to the store that day but he can tell you who makes the best potato pancakes in most of Wisconsin.  We had a very in-depth conversation about them tonight and I had not seem them this serious about something since my uncle was in the hospital.  The conversation starts with regular pancakes and my grandpa says to gram
Gram - wheres my pancake for supper
Gram says - go make your own pancake old man
Grampa slams his hand which is holding a spoon he has just stirred his instant coffee with, on the table and says in whiny childs voice "ahhh gram please"
Gram says "why dont you make me some potato pancakes
Now Im not sure where this has come from.  I dont know why or how she brought this up but my grandpa says -
"yes gram lets have some potato pancakes"
THey then tell me no one makes them anymore - a place in King, a place in Red Granite (which is a 20 minute conversation about the quarries there and everytime they go past she gets the chills that she once saw a bus full of school kids getting a tour and she was scared one was going to fall in and drown and that shes had nightmares about it since. That was over 15 years ago) (sigh) 
and also a place in marshfield. 
I never knew potato pancakes were such a sought after item and then my grandpa tells me i should open up a potato pancake restaurant and sell wine.  I am shaking my head as I write this.  Well grandpa I have a feeling that this may not be the best idea out there but he sure seems to think it will work.  Me flippin latkes in the air and slamming cabernet floats through my head and I chuckle out loud.  Where do they come up with this stuff.  It gets better -
They have a cat.  It is a stray outside cat that they both like and feed and it sleeps in the garage.  My grandpa wont feed it but constantly asks Gram is she fed it yet.  He asked her at that moment and she said - why dont you feed it?  He said it wasnt his duty as it was hers.  She gets angry and throws a cookie at him and said "its my job to feed you too"
Then he tells me he wants to get a dog but its such bullshit he has to get it a liscence. He refuses.  Gram asks him what the problem was - he has a liscence to drive?  He says nothing
SHe says " you needed a liscence to marry me - WHy did you do that if you hate to have a liscence so bad" 
I feel like Im watching a game of tennis as my head goes from left to right and back as they bicker back and forth.  Its a sight.
He is speechless about the marriage liscence thing and that makes Gram so happy as she knows she has won - She starts to laugh as coffee sprays out her mouth.  Grampa starts to laugh too.  I shake my head.  He says if he could go back he wouldve never got a liscence so he could be free.  She threw another cookie at him, it lands in his lap.  He fishes it out of his lap, starts to eat it with his right hand while pinching her boob with the left hand.  She smiles and drinks her coffee.  I think in my head "check please" and head for the door
Just another day with the grandparents

 


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