There really is no other way to title this post, because it’s exactly what it says.
First, Snake Farm.
So. No doubt my mother is cringing because it just sounds nasty. Well, it pretty much is. We have a local radio station {KPIG – oink oink!} that plays this song often and I am so happy they do.
Second, Frito Pie.
Last night, I introduced the boy to the beauty of Frito Pie. Mine was an exceedingly simple version using refried beans, grated Cheddar cheese, Fritos {and you must say it like this: free-tohs. I’ll give you a second to practice. Got it? Ok, moving on.}, sour cream and salsa.
I distinctly remember eating the more involved version in middle school during half-time at high school basketball games. It looked something like this:
click image for source - from Eat Cake for Dinner {who wouldn't like that philosophy?}
Yum.
Tune in soon for the next installment of two topics that are completely unrelated.
