Three weeks of American-Christmas-excitement-shenanigans completely pooped us out, and we were ready to REST.
Serbia = no crazy holiday hustle and bustle and space for a REAL rest.
We knew that we could not hop across the "pond" without first hugging Chris' Mamma McCoy.
Chris wouldn't board that plane without one of her home cooked meals.
Hmmmm . . . . hearty, rich, heavy, scrumptious food that instantly leaves you in a comma.
Don't you just want to pull up a chair and join us for lunch?
It may not be the healthiest food in the world,
but geeze, it's totally worth the extra calories.
I would call it "Southern" food, but that's not really an accurate description because Mamma lives in West Virginia, but it's close, right?
West Virginia is a whole lot closer to the "South" that Oregon is.
There is logic in that.
|Sweet Mamma McCoy and by wonderful Husband.|
Mamma's a rock star. She is almost 92 years old; and since her husband passed away years ago, she maintains a 6-acre homestead all by herself. Her home is spotless, and she makes a killer "Southern" meal! Mamma started working when she was 14 years old because she was the main bread winner for her large family. Although she's (obviously) retired, Mamma still speaks well of her first and only employer. She must have been the dream employee because she is dedicated, energetic and positive.
|You can drool . . . It was as tasty as it looks!|
This picture only shows a portion of the meal Mamma prepared. It was as tasty as it looks! Fried chicken, creamy, mashed potatoes, green beans, sweet potatoes, warm rolls, gravy and sweet creamed corn. It was the meal Chris had been dreaming about in Serbia. We ate seconds . . . and then thirds; we had way too much, but it was just too good to pass up! Needless to say, Chris and I were full for the next two days straight.
But again . . . it was worth it!
|Between naps and football, we played a lot of card games.|
|Chris' siblings and us.|
Back to Serbia!