Currently Browsing: Beans
Like the title? That's what my grandmother, Micky, used to call this soup. The only thing is, the little package of smoked ham hocks I bought for this put me back $7.00, so I'm not so sure it applies any more. Maybe we should call it "Doing Okay if I Can Afford $7 for Ham Hocks" Soup.
I had a hankering for this yesterday. And yes, that's something else Grandma taught me.
My guess is that you don’t eat too many red beans. I say that because aside from my family, and people I have converted through force-feeding, I can’t say I’ve met too many people whose eyes light up at the mention of “red beans.”
Does anyone know of a good corn salsa addiction recovery group? I’d like to find one close to my home … with friendly people, and coffee … and it would be a bonus if they had corn salsa on the snack table.
I can’t stop eating
On the first Sunday of every month, right after our church’s second service, the men storm upstairs and spring into action. While the women chat and laugh and make a leisurely climb up from the sanctuary, those men start tossing chairs and tables
Chili … such an appropriate name. Because when it’s as chilly outside as it is today, you need a bowl of comfort like this to warm you up.
I should probably call this “Overnight Crock Pot Chili,” because that’s how I make
My grandmother, Maxine, was the best cook I’ve ever known, and the most instinctive. I don’t believe I ever saw her checking a recipe; in fact, I don’t think she owned a cookbook. No food scales for that woman; no careful leveling