http://stampinkpaper.com/17-cat/casino_47.html I grew up in a generation who had the privilege of having a grandmother in the home. She was Nana to almost everyone and over the years became Nana, Pondy Nana and Granny Nana as the family moved away and expanded. As I was growing, it seemed to me that there was nothing my grandmother couldn’t do and her culinary skills outshone the rest. Hayley and I have the fondest memories of coming home from school, every evening, to delicious aromas wafting out from the kitchen. My favourite was banana fritters, and hence, now that I am at leisure, thanks to being homebound, I am cooking up the past into which my beloved Na, my Superwoman, is intrinsically woven.