I went home for about 24 hours this weekend. My parents were going out of town for the night and I needed to dogsit little Millie. Since I can take my splint off around the house, I was now able to use their pool all afternoon, so it was a win-win situation. I floated around the pool, soaking up the sun, and reading the Pray portion of "Eat, Pray, Love" (needless to say, I enjoyed the Eat portion of the book that took place in Italy more than the Pray portion that took place in an Ashram in India).
Anyway, thankfully I was only there for 24 hours because any longer, and I would have popped!
Saturday for lunch, we went across the river (to Oklahoma) to one of my favorite little dingy-dives where I had yummy steak fingers & fries. This place has the most awesome tarter sauce. I'm not a huge fan of their fish, so I eat it on my steak fingers. You would too. Everyone I take over there that says "I don't like tarter sauce" is eating spoonfuls before we leave.
Saturday night, I went to my grandparent's for supper. Meme had cooked fresh out of the ground new potatoes with green beans, fried okra and squash, fresh corn on the cob, homegrown sliced tomatoes, and cornbread.
Sunday after Mom and Dad got home, Mom fried quail and made squash casserole, fried okra, sliced tomatoes, mashed potatoes and gravy.
As if all of that wasn't enough, Mom had also made some blackberry muffins and two blackberry cobblers...one for me to eat now and one for the freezer. I also brought home some fresh off the vine tomatoes and a gallon ziplock bag of wonderful sweet corn on the cob that my Dad had recently shucked.
Oh! Summer food is the best!
Anyway, thankfully I was only there for 24 hours because any longer, and I would have popped!
Saturday for lunch, we went across the river (to Oklahoma) to one of my favorite little dingy-dives where I had yummy steak fingers & fries. This place has the most awesome tarter sauce. I'm not a huge fan of their fish, so I eat it on my steak fingers. You would too. Everyone I take over there that says "I don't like tarter sauce" is eating spoonfuls before we leave.
Saturday night, I went to my grandparent's for supper. Meme had cooked fresh out of the ground new potatoes with green beans, fried okra and squash, fresh corn on the cob, homegrown sliced tomatoes, and cornbread.
Sunday after Mom and Dad got home, Mom fried quail and made squash casserole, fried okra, sliced tomatoes, mashed potatoes and gravy.
As if all of that wasn't enough, Mom had also made some blackberry muffins and two blackberry cobblers...one for me to eat now and one for the freezer. I also brought home some fresh off the vine tomatoes and a gallon ziplock bag of wonderful sweet corn on the cob that my Dad had recently shucked.
Oh! Summer food is the best!
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