Our youngest grandson is in the habit of only wanting to eat “noodles” at our house. It’s a tradition. By “noodles”, he means Ramen. He likes “noodles with trees”, which means Ramen with the seasoning packet mixed in, the “trees” being the green bits of…
I loves me some eggplant. Charlie is kinda like, “Meh.” Lucky for him, I don’t like storebought eggplant, so he only has to eat it during the summer. All summer. Every week. At least once. Also lucky for him, I’ve found ways that he likes.…
Black eyed tomatoes? No, I’m not advocating vegetable abuse. That’s what I call this thing I made the other night. The night before, I had made black eyed peas, which we LURRRV. Cook ’em with some olive oil, garlic, onion, and salt, and mmmmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm! Astoundingly,…
