My Grand-Mother always cooked tasty food. But one day, she put a burnt pie in front of my Grandpa.
Not just a little burnt, but black as coal.

I waited to see what my Grandpa would say.
But he just ate the pie and asked how my day was.

My Grand-Mother always cooked tasty food. But one day, she put a burnt pie in front of my Grandpa.
Not just a little burnt, but black as coal.

I waited to see what my Grandpa would say.
But he just ate the pie and asked how my day was.