The holiday weekend rushed past me in a blur. Most likely because I was enjoying it so much.
Why? First, the food, ah the food.
I pause this post to declare my solemn allegiance to Costco. When we first moved to the Northwest, we lived in a rural area and buying in bulk was necessary. We’d never done that before, and as such it caused our daughter to declare, “Wow! Everything in the mountains is made BIG!”
We moved back to the suburbs where everything is plentiful and our membership had expired. Given we were recovering from a short stint of unemployment, I decided to forgo the membership and stick with coupons. Which was fine, but the change in quality of our meats and vegetables… I didn’t hear the end of it.
Fast forward. We just got back our Costco membership. And I’ll never go back.
“Can I have that in writing?” my husband asked.
Here it is, baby.
After just one purchase at Costco of meats, vegetables (flash frozen stir-fry ones that are so good my kids devour them), fruit (flash frozen for smoothies!), bread, cheese, and coffee, we saved enough money on what prices I’d usually pay (even with coupons) to justify the membership.
And this weekend, thanks to a fellow mom, I followed this recipe:
“Buy a pork roast about 13 dollars worth from Costco. Throw it in the crockpot with some water. An hour or two later, add a bottle of your favorite bbq sauce and let it cook the rest of the way through then pull it and have yummy sandwiches.”
Normally I don’t eat pork, but my southern roots make it impossible for me not to appreciate good BBQ.
While the meat was going in the crockpot, we pulled out our 10 dollar (bought used) bread machine.
We added 1 1/4 warm milk, 1 1/4 t. yeast, 1/4 c. sugar, 1 beaten egg, 3/4 t. salt, 2 T butter, and 3 3/4 c. flour to the machine and set it to dough cycle. An hour and half later, we rolled the dough out and used a glass to cut 12 circles. Let it rise some more then baked the buns for 10ish minutes at 350.
Throw on a little more of your favorite bbq sauce, then make your family stop eating halfway through the sandwich for a picture because no one could handle waiting another minute before eating once the sauce was on!
Wanna know how good it smelled?
Our dog, who is normally very well behaved during dinner time kept trying to sneak her head onto my lap from under the table!
But the rest was mine. All mine.
Not to mention the several pounds of leftovers calling my name from the fridge!
I’ve learned that when you watch The Middle about two parents who ‘take back the house’ by beginning to have their favorite meals, etc., and you laugh heartily at the show, and you take a walk afterwards, you can expect this when you return: