That big meaty ham bone from Easter has been calling me and yesterday was a perfect day for dried lima beans and ham, true comfort food in my book. Buttery cornbread fresh from the oven finished the menu.
Ralph has taken to slipping into the cat cave under the blanket again the last few nights. That soft, warm body cuddled up next to me is so reminiscent of long ago when one of the Kids would climb into bed with me.
It began to rain in earnest during the night and it's pounding on the roof and windows this morning. It's a tossup whether to sing, "It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is snoring," or "Rain, rain, go away." As much as we need them, wet days also dampen the spirits. Guess I'll go sniff the hyacinths.
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Could also be "Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head!" Do you know that I was in my 50s before I knew that lima beans came "dry?" My mom only served frozen (then cooked) baby limas and I did NOT like them, but was always forced to eat about 7. She did it for my dad, who loved all beans. Needless to say, I never went looking for limas. It wasn't until I moved to Ohio that I saw them being used in a soup like I think you made, and they were much more palatable to me (My mom only used black-eyed peas with her ham hock.) Then, because it was the midwest where it was common (I had never seen it in Southern California), they had creamed limas on a restaurant menu. Who knew that you could put them in a sweet cream sauce...I sure didn't. But then again, I don't look to put any sugar on any vegetables. (It's a losing battle to try to be like Missy!)
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