So, you made the pizza pockets from Monday and now you are left with an open jar of sauce. Or, you have some leftover spaghetti. Maybe, you just want something new and fun to try! Things have changed a bit here on the YUM eating household. Kiddo is living here full-time since Mr. YUM now has full custody, so that means we’ve had to adjust our grocery budget a bit. While not a huge issue, we are having to go back to our roots a bit with making sure we don’t waste and find things that everyone will love. I’m certainly up for the challenge! [Read more…]
I’m homesick. It gets worse with each passing year. When I left Oklahoma in 2007 I thought for sure I would be back. Maybe not to live, but at least to visit. Here we are 7 years later (going on 8) and I have not set foot on Oklahoma soil. That makes me incredibly unhappy. Life has not turned out at all how I expected it to and with each day being a financial struggle, I am not sure when I will get back home. That bothers me. I miss home a great deal. It’s everything I am and means the world to me. My friends there are like my family as I grew up with them. We went through hell and back together.
So why not bring some Oklahoma here to Michigan, right? [Read more…]
We’re really trying to get control over our food and cut calories where we can. I desperately need to bring my weight down so the hip and back pain can be managed. One of the things I find really frustrating is that the leaner meats are a lot more expensive than its full fat counterparts. When the government is screaming at us about the cost of obesity the should be yelling at the food manufacturers for their pricing structure. [Read more…]
It snowed here in Michigan. Yup. On Halloween. We all know that when it snows on Halloween that it is a bad sign of how things will end up being for the winter. And for that I have this to say: [Read more…]
Lasagna was a staple in my house growing up. I remember getting excited because there would always be leftover noodles. Those noodles were the highlight of lasagna creation for me. I would patiently watch my mother make her sauce, cook the noodles and cook the beef followed by the process of going layer by layer in the cake pan. I would watch her hand grab noodle after noodle as I secretly hoped there would be pieces and extras.
My mother never failed me. No matter how big or small of a pan she made, we always had leftover pieces and a few broken strands. [Read more…]