Crockpot Barbeque Pulled Pork Sandwiches

What do you do?When the air is thick, and the clouds are looming?What do you do?When the midnight blue of the sky, marks an ominous feeling in your heart, what can you do?-X-There’s the crack of the bat against the ball as it diligently soars chasing the stars.It makes its arc, turning full circle, and it begins its descent toward the ground.She looks up.Glove in hand.Eyes on the ball.It’s falling, falling, falling.Crack. Snap? Definitely. . . . . WHAP.Right in the noise.There’s blood. Lots of Read more […]

The Elena Ruz Sandwich (Roasted Turkey on 9 Grain Bread with Cream Cheese and Strawberry Jam)

I’m gonna make this short, because . . . .A.) I don’t want my husband to kill me B.) You might be tired of me moaning and whiningC.) I’m tired of me moaning and whiningD.) When your life flashes before your eyes, it isn’t an experience you want to relive over and over again for long lengths of timeFirst let me say, I lurv my husband.  I don’t just love him. I lurv him.  That’s like love to the infinite degree.Secondly, I know I created this beast, with too much talk about girl power. It’s all Read more […]

The Cuban Sandwich

This is me airing my dirty laundry. Well, not the dirtiest laundry. Not my unmentionables.  Just the stuff that needs a quick rinse.  And I’m doing it anonymously for the sake of non-innocent parties. Dear Anonymous,I am very, very, very, mad at you.Maybe I shouldn’t use the word “mad”.  My mother says “mad” is for dogs. And I’m not the dog in this scenario. Not that I’m saying there is a dog in this scenario. But if there were, it wouldn’t be me.So, I’ll just say I’m hurt.  My feelings have Read more […]

Croque Monsieur

I’m moving to Paris.No, not Paris, TX.Paris, FRANCE.Because, nobody there knows me. But more importantly, because a substantial portion of the population won’t understand when my children insult them, or me, or both.It was bad enough when Shelbi was 2 years old, and we were walking in Home Depot and she yelled to some strange middle aged man, “Daddy, Daddy” like he was holding a sign that said “Lost Father.” Did she do it once, twice, three times? Nope. She beckoned for that man for at least Read more […]

Roasted Banana Pepper BLT with cheese

This question is purely hypothetical.What if ‘someone’ decided to get some fancy pants?And in those fancy pants she decided to build a garden. And that garden grew, and grew, and grew, all summer long.But then in July, it got hot.  Really hot.  And her kids, well . . . .distracted her. And she did not weed her garden, nearly enough.  And her tender plants that she had once watered carefully, grew thirsty.  And because of those transgressions,  her pretty sparkly fancy pants, bedazzled with Read more […]

Quick Turkey Meatball Sub Sandwich (Sibling Shenanigans and the Gift of the Smarty Pants)

                                        In our house, we have a very special shirt.                                              It was worn by the cutest little boy in the world.                                              A portrait was painted of him while he was wearing it.                                                 Read more […]

Pineapple Sage Smoothie and Open Faced Grilled Cheese Sandwich w/ Arugula and Tomato

 The Early Fruits of My LaborI’m just trying to look on the bright side.Yesterday, 5:55 am.I sit on the computer mesmerized by the glow. Quiet house. Mind blossoms. Upstairs alarm clock rings. Light bulb in mind goes off. Oh, shoot. I forgot to wash Shelbi’s laundry. Hop up, toe gets stuck in chair cover, I go crashing head first onto the floor. Sigh. Look up. Darling daughter Shelbi looking down on me. Pitiful, pitiful sight. Are you okay, Mommy? Here let me help you up. I quickly wash 1 pair Read more […]

Killer Submarine Sandwich

I love my husband. I really do. So when he called me on Saturday morning while I was in the middle of cooking, and told me that he was stranded at the gas station because the car wouldn’t start, I smiled to myself, grabbed my keys and was out the door to save his a**.So far, it had been a good day. A little rainy outside, gray and cloudy, but to be honest I really like those days best. I wear the gray like a warm comfy sweater, and the droplets of rain like tiny little kisses all over my skin.I pulled Read more […]

Sushi Burrito

“I HAVE NEVER worn jeans and a dressy blouse to church on Easter!” I scream-whispered to my eldest daughter Shelbi, in the Macy’s girl’s department dressing room.”Yes you have.  You always do!” she snapped back in quick retort.”Have you lost your mind?  Speaking to me that way. And you WILL try on that dress! And you WILL wear a dress on Easter Sunday!  And I DON’T CARE IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!! You’ve lost your privileges to choose! If I like it, I’m getting it. AND I AM NOT A LIAR! I HAVE NEVER Read more […]

Sweet and Tangy Sloppy Joes

Today was a crazy day.  Not the head spinning crazy, just the “nothing went as planned” crazy.  That being said, I think the day went really well.  All my children still have 10 fingers and 10 toes; though my 3 year old swears her thumb is bleeding to death.  My husband loves me, and told me so.I talked to my best friend and laughed more times than I can count.And. . . . . I made dinner in 30 minutes, my children ate it, and didn’t complain (well about the food anyway).Life is good.Sweet Read more […]