September 17, 2014
In case you haven’t noticed, I love my mom. A lot. I’ll be totally honest here, she’s my best friend. We never went through that awkward mother-daughter phase where I rebelled and we fought and then made up when I finally got old enough that I realized she did know what she was talking about. We just didn’t – we got along and stayed getting along all the time that I was growing up. Truth.
Bottom line: when she says something or passes something along to me, I usually listen or take note. Not always, but mostly. Because it’s usually good advice. Recently she passed along this recipe, and it didn’t disappoint. Continue reading