“Does this have cheese? I can’t eat cheese. Is it spicy? I don’t like spicy. I don’t like rice. What is this. Cil-ant-ro? What’s that. I don’t like that.”

Grandma, why the fuck are we ordering Mexican food, then?

^ Literally two weeks ago when I visited. She had a refried bean burrito. But then again, what did I expect-- she made me reboil her plate of carbonara until it was mush; although I guess that’s on me to assume she can eat normal consistency pasta.