I'm forever grateful my widowed Papa chose my Nana for his 2nd wife. Said with complete respect for my biological grandmother who died long before my generation's arrival.
Nana, brought into our family a new cuisine and learned Papa's as well.
Once a year she'd travel down to Virginia and bring back wonders from her home: Red Band flour, preserves, chutnies, vegetable relishes and a dessicated and slightly moldy ountry ham. Watching her trim and carve the meat was an art form in itself. And the bisquits and soft scrambled eggs sprinkled with green onions she made to go with the ham just tasted divine with just a touch of stone fruit preserves on the side:).