So this cannot really be classified as a recipe. Just something that happened on an unassuming Sunday evening. The Cowboy’s idea…not mine.
I felt the need to share this little revaluation with you. Sometimes it’s all about leaving things simple.
So this cannot really be classified as a recipe. Just something that happened on an unassuming Sunday evening. The Cowboy’s idea…not mine.
I felt the need to share this little revaluation with you. Sometimes it’s all about leaving things simple.
What an incredible way to inhale, I mean incorporate more veggies into your life. Or you children’s lives. Or your burly husband’s life.
It can be nice to make pizzas a little different sometimes. Change things up. There may be particular inhabitants involved that will try to de-rail your healthy dinner epiphanies. Try not to break down and give it. Stay strong and focused.
I feel it.
Fall. Esh coming! Early the other morning I noticed a tree in our backyard starting to turn.
Weekend Breakki.
Is there anything more satisfying than a laid back breakfast? Maybe cracking creme brule with a spoon, or the first feel of fall, or seeing a man pedaling a unicycle up a long mountainous highway. For me I think it’s the first one.
I’ve returned.
I soaked up that 100 degree weather as much as I physically could. I sat in the searing heat, cooking myself, breathing it all in, and loving every second. It was lovely and went down smooth.
I’m sorry.
I’m at it again with the Mexican. Here is the dilemma I’m facing: I cannot stop eating it.
Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?