Our main job was to clean her refrigerator.
It’d been about a year since our last visit to clean the icebox and, well, grandma hadn’t done anything since then to prevent a perfect storm of chemical reactions from destroying the house, county, and possibly the western hemisphere.
So, once again, my parents and older siblings negotiated the scientific experiment in grandma’s kitchen, which likely would have made any high school science teacher, or any research chemist, jealous.
Basically, they’d throw everything out.
Ever seen a glass jar of tomatoes after a year of bacteriological shenanigans in the refrigerator?
It’s not pretty. Continue reading “Just Outside of Silas”