Mr. Hawthorne decided to make a cabbage salad last night for dinner. Cabbage, slivered almonds, red grapes, and ... marshmallows. I am NOT fond of marshmallows, so I picked around them.
I told him to add some raisins and a chopped up apple which he did. Not too bad, but I don't like the marshmallow element.
He also thawed out some baby back ribs and cooked them to a mouth-watering, falling-off-the-bone goodness.
He makes his own barbecue dipping sauce too:
Ketchup, Worcestershire Sauce, cider vinegar, liquid smoke, and dark corn syrup. My boys love this.
I'm always on the lookout for good deals at the grocery store. I found the T-bone, the New York strip, and the Angus Flay Mingyong for less than 1/2 price.The portabellas are marinating in my homemade Eye-talian dressing.
I taught Mr. Hawthorne Aunt Sandy's Sharpie trick. Now he thinks I'm just the smartest thing on the block!
Middle Hawthorne just caught sight of a lizard and is trying to catch it. He then casually walked across my non-existent deck to get to the existing deck. Why does he do this to his mother?
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