Today was a special day. It’d be my grandma’s 93rd birthday. She passed away last November. I was thinking about a way to remember her, but in a happier way, no crying, no flowers. She always said that the world could end in pot pie (Empadão, a Brazilian kind of pot pie with chicken or palm heart stuffing), ice cream, and beer. So I decided cooking would be the best way to celebrate her. I was drinking beer while cooking and had another one when we were eating. Woo-ha! The ice cream will be eaten later today, no worries. She’s too important to me to make this a sad day. Her life wasn’t easy and her last years were rough. But she’s kind, polite and geez, I loved seeing her smiling with her bluish-loving eyes. She lives in my memory. Cheers, Grandma!