I know she is a favorite of franksolich, but I'd need to have some precautions taken before eating anything prepared by the dirty, smelly, hairy DUmmy hippywife. Like I'd expect her to wear hairnets on her head and both arms, with surgical gloves and a HEPA face mask. Then, if her kitchen had first been cleaned and disinfected by a qualified third party, I'd try her brownies.
Actually, when I win the Powerball, I'm going to hire Grandma to do the cooking and baking for me, in a large ivy-covered Tudor-style mansion here in the Sandhills of Nebraska, the surrounding terrain populated by bison.
Grandma can be silly, especially in her politics, her ideology, and her Hatred of God, but other than that, she strikes one as an okay person. And of course Grandma is being doubly silly, thinking she's living life as Joe and Sadie in their sod house during the 1880s did. But that's not life-threatening silliness.
By the way, I think Grandma works in the health field, as a nurse's aide in a small-town nursing home, or something like that.