Mona Cook!

When I was little tot, I spent LOTS of time at my grandparents' house. My dad worked nights, my mom worked days and my grandparents were, well, just awesome. I loved being there and have the fondest memories.

Today as I looked at the Aldi weekly ad, I saw these:
They might look like donuts to you. But to me, they were "Mona Cook."

My grandfather laughed every time I said "Mona Cook" until the day he died five years ago (of lung cancer, he was a smoker, don't get me started). When I was about two or three years old, I stood in their kitchen and pointed to the freezer and cried "MONA COOK! MONA COOK!" I remember this - it's not just a story that was passed down. Neither my grandma or grandpa could understand what I meant. Finally, after screaming it for several minutes, my grandpa hoisted me up and I opened the freezer, pulling the donuts out.

"See? Mona Cook!"

What I really was saying was "Donut: Cook!" because that's what I wanted to eat.

It's amazing how an image of something can bring back such memories. I think today I might just have a donut, think of my grandpa and call and tell my grandma just how much I love her.