Often when I'm making suppa, I turn Barefoot on. It kinda feels like I'm over at her house. In her fabulous kitchen. Cooking with her. (I know, don't tell my peeps. They already think I'm a little crazy. Their teenagers. What do they know?!)
She's so easy to be around. Her in her comfy shirts, all cotton/rayon like. So casual, welcoming. And shes barefoot! A girl after my own heart. (Hey, I wonder if she has one of those scrub brushes for her feet? Hummmmm...)
So I was cooking spagett, (you know from a jar. Me, not Ina ), and I just got this craving.
I remembered I had some in the fridge. (mine, not Ina's) My peeps hate this so I actually have something of my own that they don't touch. EVER!!! Blue Eyed Husband doesn't take kindly to it either. Yeah, lovin that!
So here I sit, across from Barefoot, cooking spagett from a jar, eating Pepperidge Farm Coconut Cake.
Good thing she's so easy going. Love ya Ina.
I think I'll get a second piece.
Hugs from Maine