Last week Eric and I went to Raleigh and spent time with our boys and daughter-in-law. Even though it was 105 degrees during the coolest part of the day, I loved every minute. I love these guys……
Let me start this post by stating that it is full of recipes from my weekend with my punks. I have all of the recipes located at the end of the post, just keep scrolling!
Last week was a bonus week for this Mama, my Raleigh punks came home! They normally only come home during Christmas but one punk couldn’t make it this past holiday so I got a bonus! I literally could not stop smiling last week.
Remember Dinner on the Ground that the country churches held on the last Sunday of the month? Boy, I do! Great food, fellowship and all you could eat! Well, Sir Streusel and I had our own little Dinner on the Ground this past weekend….by accident. I prepared a meal straight off of Betty Crocker’s website. It sounded so good, mouth watering delicious. I pulled the baking dish out of Edna, my beloved oven, and set it on my little table by the window to take pictures to share with you. I’ll just let this next picture speak for itself…….
Thirty-one…thirty-one…31…THIRTY-ONE!!!! How did I let this happen?! I took a nap, woke up, and your were grown, independent, successful men. I know that should make me happy, and it does, but man oh man how I miss my little blonde headed boys. The two of you couldn’t wait to get started with your lives. Arriving eight weeks early became of world of NICU, heart monitors for a year, countless doctor appointments, and very little sleep. I wouldn’t trade one single second of it. When I would push you in my ‘double wide’ stroller, people would stop me and say, “I am so glad that it is you and not me.” I would look them right in the eye and say, “Me too. Jesus knows who to double bless.”
Happy Birthday Paige!! My ballerina baby, my youngest child, my only girl, my buddy, my forever friend. How in the world did you become 24??!!
As I have mentioned before, I am a born and bred Mississippi gal. We Mississippians like to call home the ‘Sip’. My sweet Mama and Daddy always have and always will live in the ‘Sip. My punks LOVE their Memaw and Papa Gene. When they were little, they were completely in love with them. Going to “Sippissippi” (as my small punks called it) was better than Disney World. My daddy was like Daniel Boone to my boys. He would take them hunting, fishing, teach them how to work with tools in the workshop, and search for arrow heads in the woods. To this day, when the punks come home, we make the two and a half hour drive to Mama and Daddy’s house. They wouldn’t think about going home without seeing them.
I don’t remember being this happy during the Christmas holidays in a very long time. Every single one of my punks made it home. Happy Mama! It was just so perfect having them all home, happy to see one another, eat together, catch up on each other’s lives, eat together, laugh and tell stories, eat together, hug their Mama and Dad, and of course…eat together. The kitchen table is where we migrate every time.
This was our first morning all together. They always admit that is good to come home and let Mama do the cooking. Let’s just say I kept sending Sir Streusel to the store for more eggs and bacon.
Sir Streusel, my sweet husband Eric, travels during the week so Saturdays are our special day. It’s our day to do whatever we want, just the two of us. We started our day with breakfast at the Ruby Slipper in downtown Pensacola. As you can see by Sir Streusel’s plate, the portions are well, HUGE!!!
We then went to our downtown Farmer’s Market. We are so blessed to have such a wonderful market in our city. It is one of our very favorite places to go.