So, I gave up blogging for Lent.

What? It sounds pretty good, right? And, I mean, who would argue with that? (Besides everyone I know, that is.)  The truth is that I've been doing things like this:

midterm studying

and taking breaks to do things like this:

and this:

with these awesome people:

in places like this:

Tres terrible, n'est-ce pas?  Non non non.  Tres bon.  


However, before all of that, I had the most special visitor of all.  My momma.  She got to meet Moby and walk around DC with me, have dinner with just Schaeffer and I, and have such wonderful Momma-daughter time.  


Menu:
Pot roast and potatoes in the crock pot (#198)

Remember when you came home from college or field hockey practice or anything at all and you were hungry, - that hunger that only is satisfied by homecooking? And your momma (or poppa, of course) had something on the stove that filled the whole house with the most wonderful smell?  Well, I wanted to give that to my momma.  I wanted to walk in from her late flight pick up and find dinner ready. So, I pulled out the slow cooker, wiped the dust off of it, and got it going.  

Presto, change-o!  Dinner!

Boy was I glad I tried this!  I mean...um...yum!  There is something absolutely amazing that goes on under that glass lid in the five hours of cooking.  Everything becomes juicy and flavorful and smelling of momma's cooking.  

It was such a great weekend with my momma.  I certainly hope it happens again soon.  Moby hopes so too.  

p.s.  if you know anything at all about my momma, then you would know that this last picture is a definite first.  
p.p.s. love you, Momma.


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