My kind of morning, up at six and cooking by seven (must ease into the day with a couple of mugs of coffee). Pot roast for Son #1 and potato-sausage soup (the Olive Garden recipe) for Son #2.
Story Man headed off to the BBQ pit at 3:45 this morning. We’re hauling the pot roast north for a family dinner later on this afternoon and I will spend a few days with the Funny Grandson. I am armed with the ingredients for blueberry pancakes, a new card game and the Superman movie.
Some of you asked to see the Stolen Mother’s Day card. Here it is.
Oops. I can’t figure out how to turn this. But don’t you love the patriotic thigh-cut underwear?
I don’t own anything like that.
But I do have five crock pots.