When I saw the cruel message scrawled on my recovering grandpa’s dusty car, I was livid. But uncovering the culprit’s identity was just the beginning. What I did next would teach this entitled neighbor a lesson she’d never forget. Two months ago, I was at work when my phone rang. It was Mom. “Meg, it’s Grandpa,” she barely managed to speak. “He’s in the hospital. He—” “What? Hospital?” I cut her off, totally blindsided. “What happened?” “He had a heart attack,” Mom continued in her shaky voice. “We gotta go see him.” “Oh my God, Mom, is he okay?”“I don’t know, Meg…”“
Nothing beats a chilly evening with a warm bowl of Front Porch Bean Chowder, and I swear I’ve made it four times in the past month!
These babies are the best to make for a game night or Sunday football session!
My grandma used to cook this, and I feared the recipe was lost. Thankfully, I stumbled upon it, and it’s tastier than ever!
