I am learning.
I am learning that not all memories need to be happy or sad. They can just be.
It is a gorgeous sunny clear day here and it is about 25 degrees outside. I got up this morning and pulled the ham bone out of the freezer and the beans out of the pantry and started some ham bone bean soup.
My recipe for this comes from Jim's Mom. I never really had it before I met her. I watched her make it a few times and did it myself for Jim and I a few times. He says I did her justice with my cooking. This delicious because of the mixture of beans and ham and perfect with some warm cornbread on a cold winter day. Letting it simmer all afternoon will fill the house with a great smell and will drive the dogs crazy. A little onion, a little seasoning and the beans and ham do all the work.
That means I get to walk the dogs, laze around the house and still have dinner ready at 7pm when some friends are coming over with their cornbread. I can handle that.
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Ah, yes, some memories just *are*. What a fantastic observation. I hadn't really thought about that, but you are absolutely right.
I LOVE hambone/bean soup. There is a certain richness and comfort to it. And, yes, it wouldn't be complete without cornbread. Yum! Enjoy some for me, please! :o)
Oh, there is nothing better than to walk into your house after something this good has been slowly cooking all day. And to top it off with cornbread and the company of friends, this is a good way to end the day. And you are so right, memories can just be memories. I have lots of those kind kicking around. You sound good Betsy and to do mom in law justice with your cooking, now that is a compliment from a very sweet man!!:)
Have a great evening being your sweet and honest self.
Love, Laurie
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