My Family

My Family

Friday, August 5, 2011

Happy and sad times

So this weekend, I am taking my little one down to south Louisiana to spend a week at my mom's. I am excited to go visit, and it is my younger brother's birthday, but I am already dreading Sunday having to leave without her. It's going to be a long week... But my husband and I will have a chance to have a date or two and some much needed alone time. I feel we have been neglecting each other lately. Work has been so busy and a bit stressed with our boss retiring, coworker (that I depend on) leaving, new manager, etc. I leave work, pick up Jeanne from daycare, go home, cook dinner, play with Jeanne, get small chores done, and I am pooped by the time we put her to bed. My husband does his share in the chores and dinner, but he is also studying for his Step 2 for the boards (did I say yet that he is in medical school?) Ugh.

I made a pot of potato and sausage stew last night. It was wonderful!! I thought I'd share the recipe for whoever reads this:
6 medium-large sized red potatoes, peeled and cut into cubes
¼ lb smoked sausage (we use Richard’s or Savoie’s from the store if we don’t have some from back south), sliced ¼’ thick
Vegetable oil

Add just enough oil to cover bottom of large soup pot. Heat oil over medium heat. Add potatoes and sausage. Season with salt and pepper. Fry for 3 minutes. Add enough water to cover potatoes. Bring to a boil. Cover, and reduce heat to low-medium. Simmer for 25 minutes. Remove cover and allow to boil for 20-30 more minutes, or until potatoes are soft and stew thickens. Some oil may remain on top. May want to skim before serving.


  1. It's still really weird to think we are married with our won houses and lives now. Boy where did the time go?

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  3. Liz, I know. It is weird thinking that we are actually adults with our own family to take care of. I sound like my grandma when I say, "It seems like only yesterday..." when we were having sleepovers and playing in the club house.