This last week was spent saying my goodbyes to my Grampa Roger W. Eastman, he passed away at age 90 just about a month shy of turning 91 years of age. This is a man who was in WWII, was on a school board, part of the VT farming bureau and so much more. This man did so many things and what I learned at his funeral was that he was a man who loved food. One tidbit of information shared at his funeral was that he was a man who loved food to the point that he would choose his hospital based on the quality of their food and he wouldn’t allow them to check him out of the hospital until they served him lunch. I giggled at that, …