It’s a baby egg. The neighbors got chickens that lay teeny wee eggs and gave me some. I had tomatoes from the farmers market, so I made a marriage in heaven. Ever had fried ripe tomatoes? I slice mine thick and fry them at a…
It’s a baby egg. The neighbors got chickens that lay teeny wee eggs and gave me some. I had tomatoes from the farmers market, so I made a marriage in heaven. Ever had fried ripe tomatoes? I slice mine thick and fry them at a…
I don’t have a quesadilla maker, but I have a waffle maker. If you don’t mind squares on your quesadillas, it works just dandy. So I had corn, refries (which I made), and corn quesadillas, stuffed with spinach, cheese, and some kinda meat. Sometimes I…
Last month, Lois Winston, author of the justly popular Anastasia Pollack mysteries, opened her blog to guest posts, and I sent her one and she accepted it. So hurry on over to Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers to see what I have to say and…
