Apple pie and flying phonebooths.
I spent the weekend in Atlanta, attending my grandmother's memorial service. It was bittersweet -- it was the first time that my far-flung family had managed to really gather in a decade, but it was a terrible excuse for a reunion. Lots of stories and gin & tonics and laughter and sighs and black & white photographs and ridiculous sing-alongs. We're all very weird and very tall and I couldn't be prouder to be a Graham. Margaret was our matriarch, and she is missed.
Upon arriving home, I needed a comforting distraction -- marathons of two of my favorite television shows did the trick. Add a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches and I'm set.
P.S. The photos: Calikalie's site is one of the prettiest things I've seen.