When we lived in Illinois we attended a church that was an off-shoot of the Mennonites. Every Sunday there was a community meal served after the service. It was there that I collected so many wonderful recipes from the Mennonites and also from the Amish folk. Mennonite Salisbury Steak is a simple, comforting meal you’ll love.
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It must be good if you like it. These days my husband does all the cooking, so I let him do anything he wants to do as far as cooking! 🙂
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I’m getting a night off tonight. We’re having dinner with the guy who robbed me. I am baking a cake to take.
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You’re too kind! I’m sure they appreciate the cake!
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They loved it!
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I’m sure, especially with your cooking!
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Thank you, Miriam!
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You’re welcome, Elizabeth! I’ll check the blog posts sporadically when I go to Portland, OR, waiting for my daughter’s baby to be born!
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I’m so excited to see pictures of your new Angel!
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Yes, we’ll have many of them soon!!
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I really can’t blame the fly :):) I bet these are even better the next day. It should be a law that mashed potatoes have to be served with everything that has gravy 🙂
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After days of chasing that darned fly around with everything from a wet dish towel to a rolling pin it’s finally gone. But not because I got it. It flew over by the doorwall when I was taking the dogs out and flew out on its own. By that time I wanted to not just kill it but torture it for a few days. I still have a facial tic because of that thing!
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hahaha I had what I thought was one fly last week. Chased that thing all over, finally got it with a dish towel, scooped it up, and threw it out side. I don’t trust them in the trash, I don’t care if it’s smashed flat, it might come back hahaha. But after I killed it about an hour later, another fly, that’s when I realized I had more than one.
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As they’re dying the send out some kind of telepathic message for others to come after you. It’s like spiders but with fewer weapons.
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hahahah you know ant’s actually do that, or so I was told. They make some kind of clicking noise that tells all the others to go to it. I thought, that’s crappy. You are being killed, so you want your friends/family to come join you? hahaha
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Bees and wasps release pheromones that tell them to attack. That’s just rude!
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I wonder if people put those pheromones off too? :):)
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I know I always went killer mama if someone messed with my kids.
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I know what you mean. I am a mama bear when it comes to my son. Still am and he’s 28 hahaha
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Pete is the baby and almost 33 and I still am that way.
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Then I am in good company 😉
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I tell the kids “When you’re 80 years old and putting your teeth in a glass you’ll still be my babies!”
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hahahah yep 🙂
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