Several of my commenters yesterday prompted me to go to the Almighty Omniscient Google.
The commenters said they had never heard of rubber mulch.
Weakling that I am, I began to wonder if what was scattered around our yard WASN'T rubber mulch.
If, in fact, it never existed.
I am pleased as punch to find proof that rubber mulch does, indeed, exist.
When I related this to SWMBO, she said (wisely, as always) that I could just have gone to the back yard and looked at the bag.
With that gentle put-down I shall switch subjects.
Take a look at this:
My chef's delicious concoction of Spicy Paprika Shrimp, sizzling in the pan.
Now in my younger days I detested grits.
But I thought I'd try them again and Herself prepared some with a hefty dose of some White Sharp Cheddar Cheese I had purchased.
Shrimp and Grits.
Why has it taken me this long to taste, appreciate, love this classic Southern dish?
Looking at these photos makes my mouth water, even though we just had this a couple of days ago.
How about you?
