Robin…who is this Aunt LuLu you keep referring to every time you share a recipe?

I am SO glad you asked. Aunt LuLu (read Ain’t) is every Southern woman who stands over the serving table at the church potluck to make sure no one walks away without a spoonful of her latest cream-of-mushroom-creation. This woman wants credit for her hard work and she wants to see your face as you bite into her most recent experiment.

Aunt LuLu is a recipe saboteur, though. If she makes something particularly delectable, you are gonna have to ask for the recipe no less than ten times and you can be pretty sure once you finally get the darn thing, she has left out several key ingredients so your rendition of her dish will never be QUITE as good as hers. (I KNOW people like this, so don’t tell me I’m being overly dramatic!)

Aunt LuLu likes to bake sweets so delicious and addictive you would swear she put some sort of illegal substance in them and makes you forget that Crocker woman’s first name. Once she has you hooked and you lower yourself to once again grovel for her recipe she’ll scoff, “Oh honey, you know that’s a family recipe! I don’t give that out!”

I thumb my nose at the Aunt LuLu’s of the world! HERE’S a newsflash, unless your name is Sister Schubert or Famous Amos, NOBODY is tryin’ to rip you off. We just want to be able to make your pound cake without you having to watch us lick the plate when we’re done ’cause we don’t know when you’ll grace us with it again.

And unlike your great-great-grandmama’s pearls that Uncle Bubba hocked at the pawn shop to go to the bingo hall, you can give out a recipe and STILL keep it for your-own-self. (But honey, the pearls are long gone.)

My brother sent me this recipe a few months back and said it was ” amazingly good.” I was unable to leave my kitchen for almost an hour due to the fact that my face was planted in the middle of the bowl.

Once again, if this is your Aunt LuLu’s recipe PUH–LEEZ let me know so we can give the woman credit before she has a stroke…again. Matt sent it to me, I DON’T KNOW from whence it came, just that it is, as I have ALREADY stated- physically debilitating. If you live in my neighborhood you can just swing by my house after nap time and have a snack with me. If you don’t- sucks to be you, you gotta make your own!

Here it is:

1 can of cannelini, drained (white kidney beans)
2 T extra virgin olive oil
1 T balsamic vinegar
3 T lemon juice
2 cloves of fresh garlic
2 T chopped sun dried tomatoes
salt, pepper, garlic salt and cayenne pepper to taste
Puree it all together, chill and serve with pita chips.

I quadrupled the recipe because I really am going to share with my neighbors…JEALOUS?