Years ago when I was a child I used to enjoy spending Wednesday nights with my Nana and Grandpa. It was such a special time for me and I adored being with both of them.
In the mornings, Nana would make breakfast for Grandpa and I. Our meal usually consisted of eggs, toast, juice and milk. Typically there would be one piece of toast that was darker or a bit more burnt than the rest. My Nana always used to give Grandpa and I the ‘good’ pieces and she took the burnt one and I remember watching her stand by the kitchen sink and scrape the burnt part off of her toast. Occasionally she would just take a bite out of the toast without scraping it.
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