Memories of Grandma's house

My happiest memories of being a child all have Grandma in them. I wish that I could re-create the summer nights at Grandma's house for my children. It was such a treat to be out in the beautiful yard on the grass playing Mother May I? and Red Light Green Light with all of my cousins and my Grandma. After we were all worn out she would bring out the blankets so that we could lay down and count the stars. On the really good nights we got her wonderful pop corn and fresh lemonade along with stories of her childhood.
The "grown up" recipes that we share on here are great but it's the memories of the "kid" food that Grandma made for us that make me smile the most. One of my favorites was (and still is) her special hot dogs. Nothing complicated, just a weenie (yes a weenie-what else are you going to call it?) sliced almost all of the way through (long ways of course) seared in a very hot pan until it was almost black then put on a piece of brown bread. No mustard, ketchup (pronounced cats up by Grandma and she hated it) or relish. Those were the BEST hot dogs that I have ever had! Maybe it was the fact that the last time I remember her fixing those I was a teenager and it was just her and I sitting in the kitchen eating and talking. I still remember that day so well. We ate so many of those silly hot dogs! She was explaining to me the very important fact that women need to wear a bra EVERY day ALL day or suffer the consequences of sagginess later on in life. I know, I know I should have listened to that advice a lot better!
Another of my favorites that I cannot duplicate no matter what I try is her macaroni and cheese with tomatos and black pepper. I can have come close but it's never quite the same. Maybe I can do it right one day when I am making it for my grandbabies.