Grandma and Grandpa Lowe gifted us with a bag of Wisconsin Cheesecurds (amongst other treasures) during the Easter visit. Little did they know, this gift touched me the most. I promptly came home and beer battered them with Grandma Lensmire's recipe, in tribute to Grandpa Lensmire. "ta-da Jah-Jah!" Says Lily. Jah-Jah is our (losely translated) Polish term for Grandpa. Lily is the only one to call him this. He loves it. Not to mention his mother was named Lillian. I think he pretty much loves everything about Lily, but than again...so do I. On a side note, everyone in our house loves melty greasy deep fried cheese.
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