Today is my grandmother's birthday. It's one of the birthdays that I can't forget. She was a quiet woman, who loved to play spades and bingo. She had hazel eyes and sandy brown hair. My fondest memory of her is any moment I watched her cook. I say watched because we weren't allowed in the kitchen. Based on the United States Census, I'm sure we were considered poor, but the Nana cooked, we would never know. Everything she prepared was five stars and I'm being modest. I miss her, and in honor of her today, I prepared my first sweet potato pie. I hope she approves, even if I don't really care for sweet potato pie.