Today I took a big step. I overcame my fear of hominy. Yep, hominy. I had a unfortunate experience during my young adult years that involved an open can of hominy, a fork, a filthy house and a hypodermic needle. I’ll spare the details, but I’ve refused to eat it until tonight.
Actually I was pleasantly surprised. Jason likes the texture. He’s a texture man when it comes to his food. He likes that mushy middle of a hominy kernel.
I tried out a new recipe for a hominy casserole that I found from thepioneerwoman.com, a site that I check out regularly these days. I’m envious of this transplanted city girl who gets to stay home, live on a ranch, and homeschool her children. Uh…I could do without the homeschooling and, well, the children too. But the staying home and living on a ranch part would suit me just fine.
If you say hominy 3 times fast, you sort of sound like an auctioneer. Go ahead. I know you want to.