Happy Monday! More specifically, happy Meatless Monday! (At least for another hour and fifty-three minutes). Can I let you in on a little secret? We’ve not just gone meatless Mondays anymore, but meatless Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays,
So I’m trying to be good. Good as in, “I will use up every bit of whatever I buy, open, and stick in the fridge.” It’s been a thing with me — but just with weird stuff. For instance, I’ll buy some new curry sauce
The snow is just coming down like crazy … you should see it! This is our second visit to Lake Tahoe during “winter.” Technically, it’s not winter yet, but this is the second time we’ve been snowed in. I am overjoyed about
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