By the way, enjoy this week, because next week I'm teaching Compass and I can pretty much guarantee I'll be on the brain dead side of things for the most part. Compass is a passion of mine, but it's draining both mentally and physically. I'll be in good company, though, with some old friends and meeting new people so it's all good. I went to a meeting with mentors and volunteers last night at the coffee shop and it was really nice. We're all different ages and lifestyles, but we mesh together when it comes to this program. I just love team work.
First? I'd like to introduce you all to Neighbor Debbie! I finally convinced the woman she needed to start her own blog. She has as much craziness at her house as I do mine, plus she's so durn crafty, it would be a shame for her not to show you what she's done. She's finding her way and doing pretty good so far. How about go on over next door and tell her "Hello!" She's always good for a cup of coffee and might have a bagel hidden she'll share. Welcome to Bloggerville, Girl!
The other day I was out visiting all of you as I do daily. I'm getting better about commenting, even if it's something small. I know how much comments mean to me as a writer/blogger and I like to pass on the love.
I was over at Andrea's house at My Chihuahua Bites (this will take you a particular post so you'll need to nose around a bit to see all her good stuff) when I saw she had a recipe up. I'm truly not one to go and try a lot of new stuff. Eh, cooking? I just don't enjoy as much as my Mama and brother. That gene skipped right over me. I had already decided to fix breakfast for supper that night. The good stuff like: bacon, eggs, and grits. I don't do it often, but my people love it. I saw Andrea had what looked like an easy recipe for Grit Casserole. Hmmmmm, I thought. I knew I had the ingredients to make it (minus the sausage-we're not sausage fans here). The recipe was an open one where you could take it and make it your own. I like those kind of recipes. I figured, "Why not!" and decided to see if I could make me a Grit Casserole. I brought out that pamper*d chef stone bowl thingy I haven't really used and started getting busy. Makenna came through and when she found out what it was, proceeded to get upset. Here came the whining about how she didn't like cheese in her grits blah blah blah. I told her she knew the rule: You must try a new food one time. She sighed heavily and awaited her doom.
It turned out perfectly. I was just all a glow over that casserole, Internets. Something new, but not really new, was on my supper table and I was right proud of it. I dished it out and met a grumble or two but I was a determined soul. These people were gonna eat this casserole and they were gonna like it.
They did. A lot. There was barely a spoon full left. Success! Even Miss Whiny Pants Makenna had two helpings. I'll be making this again for sure. Thanks, Andrea, for the idea!
Head on over to Andrea's post today, too. She's having a giveaway and it looks good!
Here's my proof of good eating! I had to slip my trivet in on the side. Got to represent my home state!