This recipe is an original that I was contracted to create for the Arkansas Farm Bureau.
My mom has always had a knack for taking simple, inexpensive ingredients and creating recipes out of them that made us feel like we were eating better than royalty. As in most things, this magical trait went unnoticed as I was growing up. But as I raise my own children, I can see it truly took something more than pixie dust to feed us so well.
I grew up in West Texas, cotton fields surrounding our little neighborhood and always a slight tinge of brown in the wind. While most are fast to criticize that aspect of my hometown, I always find a little comfort in the dust, in the rows and rows of cotton bowing beneath a West Texas sunset (or sunrise for that matter), and even in the slight smell of a far-off feed lot if the wind was blowing from the East. I grew up the daughter of a college professor and a middle-school science teacher, but I was always aware of the way agriculture affected us.