My extravagant birthday dinner for my son produced in all of us a gluttonous stupor. I amazed myself, as I am not usually an excellent cook, but everything turned out well and there were not many leftovers. Even my granddaughters were complimentary and cleaned their plates; they of mundane tastes running to peanut butter and jelly or grilled cheese. It did my heart good to see them enjoying their meal. I suppose I am after all the typical mother/grandmother; with nuturing instincts I never thought possible when I was young. So be it - it is my role nowadays.