This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy ate roast beef...

Roast beef. Mashed potatoes. Gravy. Veggies.

Ahhh, as a kid I loved to tumble in the door on a cool fall day to the aroma of my mother's roast beef dinner. Soul food. My dinner plate filled me from my stomach to my heart.

Mom's roast and potatoes have always been the best. No one else can measure up. As a farm girl, I was raised on these staples. I loved the fresh fall potatoes too. The frozen sweet corn from the summer harvest. The best. Unduplicated.

Yesterday, amidst the drizzle and gray I put a roast in the oven and baked it. The aroma drifted through the house. It brought smiles to my kids' faces when they tumbled through the door. Potatoes boiled. Succulent juices from the roast were drained into the pan for gravy. Dinner was served. It was almost as good as Mom's. Tender meat. Yummy 'taters. Decent gravy.

So, these little piggies ate roast beef until they were full.