Who Wants the Pope’s Nose?

My beloved Granny Sylvia passed away one year ago today. This picture, taken when Dave and I visited her at Christmas in 1995,  is one of my most enduring memories of her — serving up Sunday roast in her kitchen in Johannesburg. Onto plates that had been warmed on the shelf above the gas cooker. And making sure everyone got the bits of the fowl they liked most.