And a few of those were my grandma's and they have recently found their way into my home.
Her metal, well-used 9 x 13 fits my life perfectly. And my cake, just as well.
She would be pleased that I filled it up and also would have enjoyed the treat.
I don't know if these bowls are the exact bowls I remember. It's been a few years since I curled up with a metal bowl full of grandma's freshly popped corn. Even if they aren't the ones I happily munched out of they remind me of the times I spent chillaxen at her place.