With my mother getting sick, David going through some tough decisions, other family stuff, well I'd gone through a period of nervous stomach times. I'd eat and immediately throw up. Bleh! I know. TMI. But, I had lost too much weight. The only way I could keep anything down was to eat those cheese/peanut butter crackers and drink white wine. Outside of that - get out of the way, 'cause I'm about to spew!

Mama has done better and my ability to keep food down has improved to the point that I've gained back the weight plus a pound or two...or five. Last night I was considering to possibly look for new recipes for us so we'd be healthier (and not heavier!). For some reason I'm thinking the pasta dish I made for dinner last night with cream cheese and mozzarella might not be the healthiest meal around.

But, hey! I'm a girl with Southern cooking in my DNA. I love me some fried chicken, fried pork chops, fried anything. It's only by the good Lord's merciful love for me that I didn't inherit my mother's cooking genes. She can fry. I cannot. I guess I've been trying to substitute all things fatty (cheese, cream, cream cheese - I see a pattern here) to take the place of that crispy fried goodness.

Today, I may have found the answer!!! Bless George Foreman's heart, he must be a gift from above: