My+Grandpa+Eddie

Getting off the plane, driving an hour or so, and knocking on the warm front door with all of our luggage is part of one of my best memories. Some one opening the door with white hair except on the top of his head, and who had a big smile be 3across his face was my grandpa, my Grandpa Eddie. He welcomes us in and we haul all of our stuff through the door and slug it on the bed, We walk into the living room and there is my Uncle, Aunt, cousins and grandma. I have always enoyed helping my grandpa in the kitchen so he had a special surprise for me. He had maybe three pans out because we were gonna bake! There were sticks of butter and eggs and a whole jar of peanut butter was all ssitting on the counter. He said we'll make some peanut butter cookies, "buddy!" The kitchen turned into a labratory of the worlds butteriest cookies ever! I remember right before we stuck them in the oven I took a fork and pressed flat on the cookies to make a sort of tic- tac- toe pattern on the top.