Hello everybody! Today as I write this column, it is the first day of spring. It sure can’t come any sooner to please all of us.
I have been recognized by readers of the column at different places around town, so I guess I can’t deny that the picture bears some resemblance to me. It is almost like being a mini-celebrity, but only in Mt. Vernon. It is enjoyable to hear your comments. Many have commented on the fact that the recipes call for ingredients that are common and not too expensive.
This week, while getting ready for school, I was trying to get crock pot pizza made so supper would be ready and waiting. I didn’t have time to finish it, so I asked my husband to finish it for me.
I informed him that I had everything set and all he had to do was finish the layers. I should have known better, but I was pressed for time. The husband cannot boil water and he doesn’t know his way around the kitchen except to sit in it and have his meal served to him.
After I left, he finished the layers, but decided on his own that I must have forgotten to set the slow cooker. He set it from warm to low cook. Needless to say, it was slightly crunchy. I tease him a lot about his inability to cook and tell him that if I die, he better remarry in a week or two or he will starve to death!
We both enjoyed the Farrington dinner and auction. Last Saturday, my daughter and I set up a booth for the home show at Flora for Bullard’s Farm Market and Bakery. We had a good time displaying some of the products carried at the store. You know you are in your home town when people call you by your maiden name. Some of the attendees I hadn’t seen for more than 30 years. I was shocked and surprised that they recognized me. One guy recognized me and I didn’t know him until he told me who he was; he changed so much. Many asked how Dad was doing and many of them had worked with him for years. It was touching to see how many people were thinking of him.