Okay, if you've read this blog for very long, you probably know by now that I love to eat at my Mom's. She's knows I'm a picky eater, yet I always seem to find something I like at her house. And everyone finds it amazing that I grew up in her house and I still don't know how to cook well. The lessons just never took--and it all comes back to the picky thing. I just can't stand looking at certain foods while cooking them! (Especially raw meat--YUCK!)
So yesterday's menu had several things that were right up my alley. It was just a good ole' American meal to help us celebrate the Fourth of July. Here's what we had:
Smoked chicken (my dad's contribution)
Fresh purple hull peas
Fresh peppers wrapped in cheese and bacon
It was so good and we were all FULL when we left the table. I stuck with my favorites, and Brian had to pull the chicken off the bone for me. Yes, that's one of those quirks I have: no eating meat off the bone . . . .issues I know.
Of course after we ate, we all had to find a place for a short nap. I'm tellin' ya, we throw quite the party!