Sufferin' succotash...

...I smell sausage. Every night, around dinner time, this is usually where you can find me. Right near Mommy and right near the stove. There are so many wonderful smells that come from this shiny silver box, every day. I can't help but hold up my nose as high as I can and get a whiff of Mommy's delectable creations.

Sierra's Scoop

I know Mommy used hot water and a soapy sponge to wash these dishes but I was hoping for one more taste of the yummy dinner she cooked tonight. I still smell the mushrooms and sausage right here on this spoon...too bad it doesn't taste like mushrooms and sausage. Maybe the smell of Mommy's dinner is just lingering around in my head. I can't wait for tomorrow when we have the leftovers.

What's cooking...

...in the kitchen? I can definitely smell something scrumptious. What is it, Mommy?

Chicken and bell pepper sausage mixed with bell peppers and onions from the garden served on top of brown rice and steamed broccoli? Sounds like a winner to me. Where's my plate?