Don't Blink...

A few weeks ago I came across a new mom while sitting with a friend. She was desperately trying to get her six week old baby to take a bottle. "I'm ready for him to get on solids," she said. 

That made me sad. It would be a good three or four months before her little boy would eat solid foods, why would you wish away a portion of your child's life? But then it hit me, haven't I done the same thing. Click to read. 

Mama and Baby Cook: Chicken Tortilla Bake

Again, it is hot here in Alabama. It is hot and it is only May and the days are getting busier and the baby boy is getting cuter and cuter and I don't want to stand around in a kitchen for an hour. I want to play. 

Do you ever feel that way? Well here is a recipe that will have you darting in the kitchen for a brief minute and then gives you lots of time to play, fold clothes or sit in a closet and cry during nap time. (Just kidding on that last part.... maybe.)

Comfort Casserole II

There was a brief time during my teen years when we attended a church that had what I called "a casserole committee." This group of gray haired ladies was ready at a moments notice to start the blessed phone tree and swoop in with a plate of food to whatever family disaster was stirring up at a church members home. Let's face it, all difficult transitions in life can be eased when sprinkled with cheese.  But I have rambled on too long.

Here we have what I like to call the Comfort Casserole II. Not to be confused with the Comfort Casserole I. (Although they both contain things one should never consume on a regular basis.)

Good Ol Fashion Fish Fry

We are surrounded by water down here in South Alabama. It is a sportsman's dream. It has also been my Daddy's dream to ring my husband pick him up in his Toyata and drive to the river. 

Last weekend they came back with a bucket "brimming" over in brim. I know, I am not funny. In total they had 13 fat little fish. 

Seriously, can you get much cheaper than catching it yourself? But I have not experience frying up fish, so my husband had to lead the way. 

Easy, crispy peach cobbler

Nothing says, "hello summer, please come in and make yourself at home" like a little peach cobbler.