Every Saturday, the Wilson family insisted on eating out.<\/p>\n
“Tonight it’s Italian!”
\n“No, Mexican!”
\n“Let’s try that new steakhouse!”<\/p>\n
The debates lasted longer than the meal itself.<\/p>\n
Only Grandma Margaret refused every invitation.<\/p>\n
“I’d rather eat at home,” she would say with a smile.<\/p>\n
After months of persuasion, the family finally convinced her to come along.<\/p>\n
At the restaurant, everyone ordered fancy dishes with impossible-to-pronounce names.<\/p>\n
When the food arrived, Grandma quietly opened her handbag.<\/p>\n
Out came a tiny salt shaker… then a small bottle of homemade pickle… and finally a folded napkin with two slices of homemade bread.<\/p>\n
The whole table stared in disbelief.<\/p>\n
Her grandson whispered,
\n“Grandma… why did you bring your own food to a restaurant?”<\/p>\n
Grandma smiled, spread a little butter on her homemade bread, and said,<\/p>\n
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