We all called X’s Step-Father’s parents by their given names, Hazel and Richard.  I don't know whose idea it was to ignore one of the standard issue grandparental titles, but they were happy folk and didn't seem to mind being on a first-name-basis with family and friends.  Adult-peers, children and grandchildren alike simply referred to them as Hazel and Richard as if the two of them were one unit.  Hazel 'n Richard. 
 

Anyway, Hazel's gift to the Hazel 'n Richard duo was her exceptional talents in the culinary arts.  She cooked three meals, every day.  Eggs and bacon, waffles, pancakes for breakfast (more bacon please).  Roast beef, fried chicken, or pork chops with every vegetable known to mankind for "dinner" (that's the noon meal in case you ain't from 'round here), and something equally satisfying and filling for supper "of an evenin'." 
 

Richard expressed his deep and abiding affection for Hazel in many ways, but none more enthusiastically than the way in which he showed his appreciation for  her culinary expression.  In fact, before every meal, whether it was early morning breakfast, noontime dinner or  post naptime supper, he would normally be in the back of the house sorting his coin collection or reading Zane Gray and just as Hazel was rattling the dishes to set the table, he’d saunter into the kitchen, eye the ongoing preparations and announce "Honey Darlin, that looks good enough to eat!!"  And then he did.  Or would. Or … hmm, well he consumed mass quantities of the feast that was placed before him.
 

And yeah, he did. He called her Honey Darlin'. Maybe that’s why she didn’t covet a grandparental title.  She enjoyed the ever present affection on display from being called “Honey Darlin’” whether it was uttered in a sweet tone or in a bit of a growl (but then, that’s another story).  Just “Honey Darlin’.”  I’d never heard it before, and haven’t heard it since.  Have you?