For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for August 07, 2024

My nephew loved his Grandma’s gingerbread. Which was made with a box mix.

Kids need to appreciate their grandparents while they have them.

At least Elizabeth did greet her grandmother with a hug—before asking about cookies.

I’m surprised they didn’t ask for the bathroom…

From Lynn’s Comments: In reality, my in-laws lived within walking distance from our home in Ontario. We had all moved from Northern Manitoba to Northern Ontario, so it seemed like a good idea, in the strip, to keep them in the prairies. This way, I could create story lines about visiting them and the cousins there.

I did kinda the same… :-(

Surprised Grandma’s house did not smell of freshly baked bread and cookies.

Grandma – "Sorry, Marvin Miller, your fourth cousin, left this morning and I haven’t had time to make any.

My mother always made sure that there were wafer cookies in her cookie jar whenever we brought our girls to see them. Granted, it was only a 1/2-hour drive so it was more frequent than this family…

Grandma Carrie = Cookies

A grandma that didn’t make cookies when the grandchildren are coming? Of course she made cookies.

At least she gave her grandmother a hug FIRST before demanding cookies…

How lucky we were to get Aunt Jean’s cookies for the holidays

I’ve forgotten, since Grandma Carrie’s appearances in the strip are rare. Is Grandma Carrie a widow? I don’t remember seeing any Grandpa on that side.

Well, they did manage to hug her before asking for cookies.

I am the cooking baking mom. When I would make Christmas cookies, my kids’ friends would come and raid my cookies. They would say “I love your mom’s cookies!” and race into the kitchen. Sometimes the girls would help but leave when it’s time to clean up. (of course) I’ve sent batches to my kids who live far from me now (even though they’re adults and have the recipes. They still like my almond crescents- a big hit everywhere I bring them.

Interesting. They just saw her last spring, after apparently having gone years and years without a visit. Perhaps before she left they decided they should keep in closer contact?

Never mind the cookies, where’s the Noodle Kugel?

Are we there yet ???? ;-)

Well, “Hello to you too!”

What can be, unburdened by what has been.

Hope John’s mother is kind enough to let the family use her shower. That way we can stop seeing the stink waves emanating from the head of “Smellizabeth”.

Isn’t she the Gramma that almost got the little kid killed? Better put a leash on the kid just to be safe.

I am not surprised. Granny must be waiting of the kids with hot cookies.

Chocolate chip?!

My grandmother was a great baker and my grandfather a great grillmaster and knew his way around a kitchen. I was the eldest grandchild and asked to be taught. My grandmother was hesitant because she felt funny teaching a boy to bake. But I stuck with it, and learned from her and classes and Julia Child and Martin Yan and Graham Kerr and others. My most prized possession when we moved from San Francisco to Vancouver Island was my sourdough starter. And the weather up here is not detrimental to the starter. And neighbours love visiting because I bake a loaf almost every day.

We’re going to see the King.