Grandma Killed the Whole Family

Thanksgiving rolled around, and as always, my parents and I piled into the car to head back to Grandma's house. When we got there, I spotted her in the kitchen, busy making meat pies with flour that was clearly past its prime—greenish, fuzzy, and far from edible.

I tried to warn her. "Grandma, you really shouldn't use that flour. It's moldy. You could get seriously sick."

The second the words left my mouth, Grandma dropped to the floor, screaming like I'd just slapped her or something.