Sunday, August 18, 2013

Balsamic Butter Beans with Smoked Sausage and Spinach for Lunchbox #SundaySupper


It was 1973, and along with learning to read, and tying my shoes, I learned that there was nothing as fun and exciting as travel.  Even if it was just a weekend trip to Nana and Grampy's.

My Mom would pack up my pint-sized red flowered suitcase, and off I'd go... for weekends filled with trips to the Farmer's Market for fresh strawberries, that we'd later dip into sugar.  And big, thick steaks, that my Grampy was "in charge of," at the grill... while Nana and I would hang out in the air conditioned house.  Her reading the latest issue of Reader's Digest, and I, the latest adventures of a very curious monkey and The Man with the Yellow Hat.

I was three, and even then, my most vivid memories of my Grandparents were associated with food...