It was the first Mothers Day that I was apart from my mother.
And I love my mother dearly.
There was nothing I wanted to more than to be sitting on a thread bare green pew,
to hear Sis. Eisenhart make her funny jokes, or to give my mom a hug.
Like I said, it was a bum day in that regards.
But on a less depressing note, this is what Mothers Day looked like here.
I made one of my mom's favorite recipes.
Strawberry Pretzel Dessert.
And then I was called upon to make the infamous
Green Bean Casserole.
I learned another cooking lesson in the process.
Never believe the "Number of Servings" on a can of French Onions.
This is how the story goes:
I got up early Sunday morning (shocking, I know)
and prepared this dish. To my dismay this "serves six" portion
barely made it halfway in my casserole pan.
At that point I tried to improvise.
I put it in a smaller dish.
I added more french onions.
I even contemplated adding more condensed soup.
You might ask: why not just double the serving?
To answer that question, I am not a boy scout and so am therefore never prepared for emergencies.
So what happened?
I found a small bag of frozen green beans cowering in the darkest corner of my freezer.
I was then able to double my recipe.
No one seemed to mind the slight freezer burnt taste (kidding).
Last and certainly least exciting was a bowl of vegetables that I made.
They were completely unexciting, but required for a balanced meal.
Yes mom, we did have the "perfect balance" and I thought of you.
My husband and mother in law.
She is really awesome.
We are totally blessed to have her in our lives.
