My grandma's kitchen is a nice place. Even before I get there I know by the smells that something good is cooking, and I'm never disap- pointed. There's always something on the stove or in the oven, and it always smells delicious. When I enter, first she hugs me, then sets the table with different kinds of home-made things and says, "You've got to try this! I just made it." So we sit at her table, which is covered with one of her nice home-made tablecloths, and while I eat, my grandma smiles and tells me how glad she is to see me.