Grand-daddy of a beef stew

is what I made this morning. The biggest pot I had barely held it. Ate some for lunch, and am thinking of going back for an afternoon snack. Yum.

I had a Gordie Ramey moment when I heard Steve's estimate for doing the flower bed. He left a message on my phone, and I thought, "Now, you know you can't do all that stuff I asked for, for that price. It ought to be at least twice that much." But after thinking it over, I probably won't tell him that.