My Aunt Fran is a busy woman.
Ever since my Uncle died (has it really been over to 10 years ago?) she's stayed busy.
Really busy.
She lives "in town" and I rarely see her. Unless I bump into her at the grocery store...

She works part time at the Senior Center. She's been "dating" a widowed gentleman. She meets with a group of ladies to play cards (Guy calls them "The Blue Hairs"). She goes to church Wednesday night and twice on Sundays. And she's often on trips out of town.

But she finally made time for us last night. She's been promising me my favorite treat for some time now.
Yes, there was whining and pleading involved.

But I have no shame when it comes to this:Fried green tomatoes!
It's a southern staple and mine just never taste the same.

So she told me I had to feed her supper and she'd make them for me us (I had to share).
Deal!
So forgive the mess, it was all cleaned up after both cooks were done:

We truly enjoyed the visit and she promised to come back SOON and do it again!