My husband and I had an agreement when we got married. I cook. He cleans. I often say I got the more enjoyable side of that bargain, but I think it truly depends on who you ask. He doesn’t love to cook. And I honestly let most people know how much I detest laundry. What…
So… here’s what happens in my house when Momma starts a new job: The awesome hobby she started not long before THAT happened gets lost and forgotten. For about 9 months, apparently. I needed two nudges to get back on track. 1) A good friend who is maybe the only person that checks this site…
There is just something about comfort food. It gets me. Every. Time. Apparently, it also gets my four-year-old. He marched into the house today and loudly announced “Wow! It smells REALLY good in here.” This was quickly followed by “If I eat my dinner, can I have some num-nums for dessert, Mom?” (Translation: Num-nums =…
I must admit that when I found the original version of this recipe, I thought – Really? Smoked Sausage Stir-fry, huh? I mean, it has things my kids would like. Maybe it’s one of those dishes that you coax them into eating because you can tell them they’re eating hot dogs? I know. It sounds…
My husband loves Mexican food. Like… maybe more than he loves me. Okay, not really, but if I happen to miss a “Taco Tuesday” in my weekly menu, it would be mutiny in my house. Because I don’t always adhere to the “Taco” portion of our Tuesdays, at some point I had to figure out…
