When I was growing up, my Aunt Rose insisted on trying to teach me how to cook, which was kind of like trying to teach a pig to sing.
I taught myself how to cook when I was in Middle School, and astounded her when she came to my house after I was married and I gave her home-made bean soup, home-grown tomatoes, and home-pickled cucumbers from our garden.
But that isn't what this post is about.
Here are my latest yummies:
And that mayonnaise is righteous on a tomato-and-pickle sandwich.
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