Just Like Grandma Never Made

Hello Friends!

Last night my Beloved had to leave for the evening, but did not leave us with dinner. I should have consulted with the sophisticated french cuisine of Rebeccaor the step by step direction of Diane’s Kitchen, but nope, I went alone. 

There is a saying I learned from a Chicago tough. “Just like grandma NEVER made!”

Yeah, what I said.

In die need of sustenance, I pulled out some Breakfast pork sausage someone gave us and cooked it in a skillet. Then we added a can of diced tomatoes, american cheese slices, parmesan, minced garlic, italian seasoning, and a little chile pequin.

Meanwhile, I made a circle with my index finger and thumb and selected as enough noodles to fit inside the gap and boiled them in salt water.

Those with me loved it, but I will stick to telling stories instead of cooking! Below is a picture. Fortunately, my Beloved bought Taco Bell.

Umm. Photoshop can’t clean this up.

Author: The Storyteller

Don't count the lions. It will make you afraid and slow you down.

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