I love my grandmother, but she did try to sneak in LAMB BRAIN BROTH into my rice... yes, BRAIN BROTH. This happened when I was around 16. I picked up on something not being right as soon as the dish was given to me and barely touched it. My intuition was confirmed when I overheard her minutes later saying to my aunt on the side, "she figured it out". She never tried anything like that again, instead she made me lovely food such as giga baked beans, stuffed tomatoes and baked okra with potatoes, YUM. When she was growing up, the Nazis took all the food away from the villagers and they were left with very little food and certainly no meat. So, she simply did not understand the concept of not eating meat by choice. I love you and miss you yiayia!