Like (grand)mother, like (grand)daughter

Young mothers usually reaches a point where they recognize their own mother in themselves.  I think that's common.  This weekend, however, I turned into my grandma.  It took my new friend, Tammy, to help me realize it.  Tammy goes to St. Gertrude's.  She knows grandma.  Now she knows me.  We were attending a retreat at church (Example 1.)  There were about 40 women there all weekend.  We ate a lot, we drank a lot, we had a lot of plastic bottles and cans.  It seemed silly not to recycle so I found some bags and separated the cans and bottles (Example 2.)  While I was separating the trash Tammy asked me why I brought a crock pot full of soup.  I told her because my potatoes were starting to sprout and if I didn't use the mushrooms they need to be thrown out (Example 3.)  Tammy said "You're like a little Shirley Maune."  I'll take that.