Dang. I can cook up some good chow, y’all. I’m increasingly impressed with my abilities in the kitchen. I’m getting good at this!

This morning I cooked up some eggs, bacon (baked bacon is the best), grits, and flapjacks. We were enjoying it so much that no one was even speaking. All you could hear was the flappin’ of mouths. I finally looked away from my plate to make sure no one was choking and caught a glimpse of my 12 year old with a milk moustache. Yeah, the grub was so good he didn’t even care that he was wearing more milk on his upper lip than he was actually swallowing!

Noah had pancake syrup in his hair. Bella had ketchup from her eggs all over her cheeks. And Jeremy? He was too busy eating to make a mess.

Then, for dinner, I made the most amazing green chili EVER. I baked a pork shoulder this morning and when it was done, I shredded the meat, threw it in the crockpot with some roasted green chili, onions, cumin, and a cup of salsa. HELLO! It was scrum-diddly-umptious! We had some rice, refried beans, and tortillas on the side. Deee-lish.

When I met Jeremy, I thought I was a domestic goddess when I’d pop some frozen fish sticks in the over, make a box of mac-n-cheese, and open a can of peas. Yuck. I’m sure Jeremy is glad I’m not still cooking like I did at 21! There are a few things I was better at 10 years ago, but cookin’ wasn’t one of them.

** Random addition: My Stepbrother had a baby boy a few days ago. Cooper was born weighing 5 pounds and 13 ounces! Yayyy! I’m a Step-Aunt. Wish I was closer, I’d bring them a crockpot of my greenchili stew…**