It’s official: I’ve become my grandmother. I realized it the other morning when I opened the door to our freezer. That icy vault was packed to the brim. But — in the finest tradition of my Grandma Yeager — it wasn’t filled so much with leftovers, like you’d find in most household freezers. You see, my Grams had a few deep-frozen secrets.

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