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Grits and Grace-Kimberly Newlon

Life is hectic for stay at home mom, Kimberly Newlon. Her hands are full with toddler, Raelee, and infant, Dean. “For my youngest, Dean, we usually just blend up veggies for him. We don’t do baby jars of food. Raelee will eat mostly what Patrick and I eat. But we let her choose also. I’ll give her too main things to choose from. I mainly have to modify meals for Patrick,” Newlon says with a laugh. “I like to help daddy cook,” Raelee says while munching on a cinnamon roll. Newlon plans meals two weeks in advance. “I like to do fried chicken, Salsberry steak, grilled sausage, mac and cheese, and pastas. Mostly, I like to do sausages though. With pastas, I like to mix in vegetable and they’re fast to make. The reason I do two weeks in advance is because it makes dinner easier,” Newlon explains. “When it’s the four of us, we eat at the table where we can not see the television. When we go to one of our parents, the dinners are organized. We usually eat wherever and it is usually chaotic. The kids will eat at the table and the boys will eat in the living room. This year, we did two Christmas’s with Patrick’s family and we did four with mine, so we were busy,” Newlon adds. Newlon states that her dad taught her to cook from scratch. “My dad raises pigs, so I cook with a bunch of sausage. He also taught me to do deer, and even though I’m not big on duck, I can still cook it,” states Newlon. “Raelee likes to sit on the counter in the kitchen and put everything into the mixing bowl. She won’t touch anything hot because she burnt herself once. She likes to stir and push buttons on the microwave. Dean mainly just sits on the counter in his little chair and watches us. I want Raelee to learn how to cook. She also helps with the dishes.” Newlon calls her grandmother when she needs a recipe. “I can remember most recipes, but if I need something, mostly deserts, I’ll call my grandma and get it. We mostly do homemade stuff so we don’t go by many recipes. You add what you add. When I do need a specific recipe, I usually go to Pinterest or I google it,” Newlon says. The Newlon’s don’t normally eat at a certain time. “I usually try to have everything ready by the time Patrick gets home from work. We used to eat at 4:30, because Patrick got off work from his old job at four. Now, we just go with it. Every Tuesday night, we eat at Patrick’s moms and on Sunday’s we eat at my mom’s,” Newlon contends.

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