When I was a child, my Grandma Lottie would make a beef stew. Quite candidly, the “beef” was awesome. The potatoes were not that bad either. The rest of the “stew,” not exactly delectable to a preteen.Heck, vegetables are like kryptonite to a kid. I would carefully sift through the stew to locate the beef and potatoes, often leaving a bowl that looked relatively clean. At the precise moment Grandma Lottie turned her back, I would dispose of the undigested evidence — napkin, toilet &mdash …