I woke up this morning to the most wonderful sight: RAIN! Oh, how I have missed the rain. I know, I know. Everyone else is delighted with summer. And I can take a little summer. But when it’s been as hot (and sometimes humid) as we’ve had
I was SO sure I had already posted this recipe, because it is just about the easiest thing you could ever pull together, and I make it a bunch, and why would I not have already shared that here? But when a friend asked me about it the other day, and
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.
There is just nothing nicer than coming home after church to lunch/dinner (linner?) waiting for you in the crock pot. I seriously think we do not give the crock pot the applause it deserves. If you ask me, the crock pot deserves its own national day
Let it snow! See the snowflakes I added? I couldn’t help myself. I’m still not over the fact that I missed snow in New York City by five days. :/ At least this way I can pretend we’re getting some here in Washington.
This has been
I’ve been trying like crazy to think of a way to complicate this recipe for you, just so I feel like I’ve legitimately offered you a “recipe.” Somehow, giving you a list of just three ingredients — four, if you count the