Bob Evans always reminds me of home. I grew up in Ohio and that’s where Bob Evans farm began. As soon as I walk in the door the smell of freshly baked biscuits and breads and pies fill the air and I’m home again.
The smokies have this secret charming restaurant on top of the mountain and it’s worth the drive.
The elves are back for a month of mischief. This year they brought our granddaughter a snowman but by the time she woke up it had melted. It’s the thought that counts! Right!! Thought I’d share this simple idea. ⛄️￼
This is one of the best ways to use up your leftover turkey. Delicious and easy. What a great combination.🦃