I really wanted to meet you again some day. I’ve missed you. I’ve wanted to get reacquainted. Friends even. But.
I met a new Friend. Her name is Ree. She posts pics of upside down trucks with stories that make the whole ordeal of flipped out camera crews kind of funny.
And.
In order to be her friend. I have to love butter. And sugar. And Grits. And. Bacon.
My husband likes Ree more than he likes my butt in size 12 jeans. So – Sigh. Its going to be a little while til we can be friends again –
Right after Ree quits showing us how to wrap our meatloaf in Bacon and then tuck it under a blanket of Brown Sugar, Ketchup, Dry Mustard and Tabasco.










Aint that the truth?!?! I can’t find anything healthy in her cookbook!! And I keep reminding my family that I’m happy to make them “COWBOY” food as long as they go out and get jobs on a working ranch!!
My butt is not feeling the love for Ree either. My stomach sure is though!
Yummy!
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