Mothers Day

                                                   Sunday was sort of a bum day...
                           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.