As I child, I hated pot pie. My granny made pot pie with fatty meat and very little flavor. It was bland, and I gagged on the meat.
We woke up this morning to minus temperatures. I had leftover meat and peas, and pie crust in the refrigerator and it just seemed like a pot pie was in order. The stew is done, and the house smells wonderful. Can't wait for dinner.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
And now today. They are beautiful, confident, and loving women. They have no children of their own, but do so much for their nieces and nephews. You can always count on them when you need them. They have taken Bubby for casting on his feet, they take Krissy to softball or band when needed, they take Izzy to Girl Scouts and choir practice when asked. And I can't tell you how much they do for Rod and I. They are a blessing for sure, and I thank God every day that they beat the odds.