Cece finally is understanding that just because you can smell something cookin’ doesn’t necessarily mean it’s time to eat. We struggled with this for a long time because she just didn’t understand and would have a melt down so I quit using my crock pot. This past month I’ve started using it again and the torturous day long wonderful aromas seem to not bother her any longer. So I decided that since it’s a balmy 15F outside and I’m a little stuffed up and Glenna has a runny nose and has been complaining that her nose hurts and is yucky that it was a good day for a big pot of soup….
mmm….sigh….the perfect Sunday Supper!
Stop by if you’re in the neighborhood! Dinner will be ready at 6 p.m. 😀 LOL