Growing up, Sweet Mama always had a “pot of something” simmering on the stove. I think I got to the point where I didn’t even notice it, it was just always there. A pot of greens, peas, beans, etc., would be simmering on the stove. I couldn’t wait for her to put a bowl of whatever had been simmering in front of me with a piece of cornbread. Now that was good eating!
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When beef appears on the table, I have a happy man in the house. I don’t eat beef, haven’t eaten it for probably 30 years or more. Therefore, I don’t cook it much. Poor Sir Streusel needs to have his inner cave man satisfied every now and then and I do that with….beef. I place a bowl of stew in front of him and all I hear are grunts, moans and lots of…..”Thank you Baby Love. (grunt, grunt) Really, thank you so much. (grunt, moan) This is so good. (moan, moan) I know you don’t eat this and you did it just for me. (gggrrrruuunnntttt) I just want you to know how much I appreciate it.” Why don’t I treat this man more often?!
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