Those that know me know that I’m not a chef.  When I first moved to Pidcoke my sweet neighbor, Lori brought me a cookbook and said “You’ll need this”. I guess she knew that I can only make 7 things. I’ve always been very proud of those 7 things, made from scratch I might add.  Seven days in a week, seven recipes.  Need I say more?  I also tell people that I’m not a gardner.  I can grow monkey grass and kids. Beautiful, amazing, big hearted kids!

So last week I thought I would be adventurous and I picked up a new plant while I was shopping for a new recipe. This is the conversation I had with my sweet and sometimes too honest cowboy:

COWBOY:  Need help unloading your car?

ME:  Yes, Im exited to try this new recipe!

COWBOY:  You bought a plant?  I thought you only shopped at Lowe’s for plants so you can take them back after you kill them.

ME:  Ok cowboy, let’s try to be positive!

HOURS LATER…

ME:  How did you like the new recipe?

COWBOY:  You’re still at number 7 but keep trying.

ME:  Ugh!!!

’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy