Tonight while putting away dishes my father and I found a measuring cup that we had been using to measure food for our outside dogs. We (the family) had been leaving cup and a bowl on an out of the way counter. While we were wondering how the cup got in with the rest of the dishes we thought of something. Last Thursday my grandmother,who lives with us but pretty much has her own house connected to ours through the laundry room, made pecan pies. Surely she didn’t use the cup right?? WRONG! Grandma said she found the cup and used it to measure the pecans. Thankfully I didn’t burst out laughing right then (I waited till I closed the laundry room door) and I didn’t tell her what the cup had previously been used for. My brother laughed and didn’t seem to upset when Dad and I asked how his dog food flavored pecan pie was. I personally can’t wait to tell my mother. On the bright side if there was anything in the cup it was only crumbs, but still…makes me glad I don’t like pecan pie.