Real Food and the Year of the Pecan

So my daughter calls me and says she wants 'real food' for dinner. This means she is broke. So I call and tell her I'll make French Onion soup and she says that is not real food. This brought back a memory of when she worked at TJ Maxx. They were having a Thanksgiving pot luck. Her boss told her to bring 'White People Food'. Hayley asked what that was and the manager told her it was broccoli cheese casserole, so I made that for her potluck.

So anyway, I told her that tonight I had decided to make Caprese salad with home-grown basil and fresh bread, creamed spinach, roasted red potatoes, and filet mignon. My daughter says that is not real food. But then she follows up with ......you better make me two steaks. Sigh.

Notice my nice paper plate. Hahaha. When I said I was decluttering my house a while back, I got a little overzealous and now I have no dishes. Whoops.

So tomorrow I'm making my home-made French Onion soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. It might not be considered 'real food' to Hayley, but it sounds pretty good to me and Nicky. I don't know why Hayley says it is not real food. She loves my French Onion soup.

So for the first year in 2 years, I'm going to have home-grown pecans and I'm so excited. We have big plans for these nuts.

So today, I stopped by Ford to take a look at convertible Mustangs. There is not a single convertible in all of the 'group' dealerships in the entire metroplex. Well alrighty then.