Been channeling my Great-Grandma Hanna and making Matzo and butter sandwiches for Milo (and me) lately as a snack.
I have strong memories of Hanna giving me egg Matzo smothered in butter at her garden apartment in Hackensack, NJ. Very good memories. I also distinctly remember her hassock (and flipping it on its side and rolling around the living room) and the crystal bowl on her coffee table that was always filled with hard candies. And the dentures in a jar in the bathroom.
Here are some simple instructions on how you can plant your own memory of Great-Grandma Hanna: