There is something about simplicity in nourishment that I find to be so comforting.
Sloppy Joes bring me back to my childhood when ALL the moms prepared and served sloppy Joes!
Artichoke hearts, stuffed
a can of chef boyardee in site!
Am I complaining? No.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I know in those times of struggle
became the glue.
We shared ENDLESS and memorable meals
in those meals shared intense amounts of
Today, I celebrate Sloppy Joes.
Tonight, we feast on the poor man’s dish to remember, to be grateful and to reflect.
What limitations and beliefs
Comfort. Self acceptance.
Food is Love.