Whip It Up Wednesday!

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I’m Addicted to an Addict.

    I don’t know what’s harder: being the addict or being addicted to the addict. Before you stop reading because you’re thinking, “this girl just doesn’t understand”, let me explain. I am an addict. I have been addicted to drugs. I have abused drugs. I’ve been there. Being an addict is hard. I’ve laid down my drug addiction and replaced it with another. I am now addicted to an addict.

    My addiction is my dad. Some could say I’m addicted to his addiction. I’ve sat and played the timeline, over and over, and tried to figure out exactly where I lost him. I replay the day, over and over, when I finally cut him off. I fight with myself about cutting him off. Was it the right thing to do? For me, yes. For him? I can’t say because I don’t know his heart. I think it made him mad for a short time, possibly confused. I mean, one day we’re getting high together and the next I’m telling him I can’t be a part of his life until he joins me in sobriety.

Was I hypocritical for cutting him off? Possibly. I was ready to get clean and he wasn’t. I tried. I tried my hardest. But, I couldn’t even be in the same room with him, smelling like my drug of choice, without wanting to do it too. I had to cut him off. I couldn’t take his snide remarks when I’d turn him down on his offer of a freshly packed bowl. I tried because that was my dad and that began to be the only way we could connect with each other. I had to make the decision between sobriety and my father.

  I chose sobriety but picked up a new addiction: him.  I wake up thinking about him. I play scenarios in my head all day about conversations I’d have with him if I ever came face to face with him again. I go to sleep thinking about him. I go out of my way to drive by the place where he’s sleeping in his car just to make sure there’s still movement inside and he’s not dead. He doesn’t know I check on him. He doesn’t know I’m only 100 feet away watching him, making sure he’s still breathing.

   Some days I want to knock on his window and greet him with a hot cup of coffee and a pack of Marlboro’s, the ones in the gold pack. He probably hasn’t smoked a Marlboro since the last time I bought him a pack, which was a year ago. Some days I want to take my children to see him so he can see how much they’ve grown since he saw them for the last time, a year ago. Some days I want to tell him to get in my truck so I can take him to a hotel and buy him a room, let him sleep in a nice bed for the night and take a hot shower. Some days I want to bring him a hot breakfast because I can tell by his boney stature that he’s not reminding himself to eat.

    But I don’t because that’s not what would happen. It wouldn’t be unicorns and rainbows and “Hey Trigger. I missed you.” It would be preaching at me and, telling me it’s all my fault. I’m the one who left him. He did nothing wrong. I’m the one with the problem.

    So most days I want to knock on his window and pull him out by his dirty shirt and shake him. I want to show him pictures of my kids, show him all he’s missing and tell him that’s the closest he’ll ever be to them, in a picture. I want to show him a picture of his past, healthy self and force him to look in the mirror and see the dirty mop of hair, the sores and sunken face and see what the world sees: a drug induced mess. I want to yell at him. I want to punch him until his body hurts the way my heart does.

    But I won’t do that, because I know he’s hurting in his own way. I know his heart is hurting and his soul is tired. I know no matter how much I scream, punch, or love on him, I can’t fix his problems. I can’t make his hurt go away. No matter what I do or say I can’t make him get clean. I know because I’ve dealt with drug addiction. Addicts can’t get sober until they themselves want to get sober. You can’t force it.

    But knowing this doesn’t stop me from being angry. This doesn’t stop me from asking, “Why won’t he just get clean?” This doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty for choosing my sobriety over our toxic relationship. I can’t just wake up and stop these feelings just like he can’t wake up and stop doing his dope.

    So, I’ll continue to wake up and think about him. I’ll continue to ride by and make sure he’s still sitting in his car, alive. I’ll continue to hate his choices but love him more than he could ever imagine. I’ll continue to pray for him before I pray for myself. I can’t stop because I’m addicted. I’m addicted to an addict.

My father giving me away on my wedding day, August 2016.

“I see that you are drowning. But I have to walk away. If I jump in to save you, you’ll pull me down to stay. When you see me turn around, don’t think that I don’t care. You can’t see the tears through all your gasps for air.” – Elliott PePerak.

**I wrote this post several weeks ago when I was battling serious depression. I’m proud to announce that I have since distanced myself from my addiction. I had to stop trying to care for someone who didn’t want me to care. I was killing myself emotionally and mentally trying to keep up with him and he didn’t even know. Why? Completely ludacris, right?

However, my prayers for my father haven’t ceased. I still wake up thinking about him and go to bed hoping he’s safe. But, I have stopped going out of my way, wasting time and gas, trying to find him to make sure he’s alive. That time is now spent on my children for an extra bedtime story. That gas is used to take them to the park to play after school.

We can not let our addicts run our lives. My addict ran my life and he didn’t even have a clue! I, myself, had to go back and read my blog: Life as an Enabler because step four to stopping enabling behavior is to Get on With Your Life! I had to revisit that step. I failed, but I picked up and made small baby steps and I’m slowly getting on with my life. Is it easy? Absolutely not. Does my heart completely ache? You bet it does, but I’m slowly finding my worth and I couldn’t have done it without the support of What About US?

Talk It Over Thursday!

This Talk It Over Thursday is going to be slightly different than our usual Thursday interviews. Last night, I was quite bummed out that I didn’t get a chance to interview someone this week for our beloved Talk It Over Thursday. The lovely Alabama weather has made my entire household a ball of runny noses and “Mommy, I don’t feel good.” So, as you can imagine, Talk It Over Thursday kind of snuck up on me.

I fought back and forth with myself all day trying to figure out what to present to all my beautiful readers. I came up with nothing. Zilch. Nada. I had the worst case of writer’s block you can imagine. All day I would find myself saying, “Lord, I’m supposed to be their weekly encouragement. What am I supposed to tell them? There’s got to be something I’m missing.” All day he came back with nothing. Zilch. Nada. And, at 11:30 PM last night, I still had no blog post written and was beginning to feel discouraged.

I was working on one last project for work and it was a bit from a powerful sermon, and He finally spoke to me, loud and clear. He said, “Write this. Someone needs to hear it. This Thursday, tell Peter’s story.” So, here it is. I’ve learned it’s best to listen when God speaks. I hope you all enjoy, and take away something special from Peter’s story.

Many of us have heard the story of Peter, one of Jesus’ disciples. Peter was a fisherman. Peter was a disciple. Peter denied Christ, not once, but three times. Christ loved Peter so much that he forgave him and never let him go a moment without showing him he was loved despite his failure.

In Luke 5, Peter has his first meeting with Jesus. As I said, Peter was a fisherman. That was his job. Peter and his friends had been out all night trying to catch fish. They came up with nothing. Zilch. Nada. Jesus saw them looking very discouraged and He said, “Peter, go throw your net out into the deep water and you’ll catch something.” Peter said, “Look, we’ve been fishing all night long, ALL NIGHT, and have caught nothing. But, since you’re Jesus, I’ll throw it out one more time.” So, Peter and his men throw out their nets and they catch so many fish, their nets can’t hold the weight.

Jesus says, “Follow me, and I’ll make you fishers of men.” Peter and his buddies leave their nets, and they leave their occupation, and essentially, they leave their old life behind. They began following Jesus.

Three years after Peter leaves everything he knew behind and started following Jesus, something major happens. He makes his declaration to follow Jesus. Now, I’m sure many of us have had a time when we’ve made our declaration to follow Jesus but, here’s how Peter did it. In Matthew 26:31, Jesus and his disciples are all standing there having a chit chat, and Jesus says to them, “All of you. ALL of you will be made to stumble because of me this night.”  Now, this is the time when Jesus knew he was going to have to die for our sins. It was coming, and he was quite aware.

Peter was absolutely beside himself. Peter answered Jesus and said, “Even if all are made to stumble because of you, I will never stumble.” If I were Jesus, here’s where I would have looked at Peter and said, “What part of all didn’t you understand?” But, Jesus goes on to explain that, yes, even you Peter, will fail. He actually even lays it out crystal clear for Peter and tells him exactly how he will fail. You may have heard this passage before. Matthew 26:34 says that Jesus told Peter in detail how he would stumble that very night. Jesus said, “Surely, I say to you that this night, you will deny me 3 times before the rooster crows.” Peter responded to him and said, “Even if I have to die with you, I will not deny you.”

Now, I think all of us can relate to Peter here. I know you might be saying, “Oh, I’m nothing like Peter. How dare he deny Christ?” But, I’m going to ask you a question to help you relate to Peter in this very dialogue he’s having with Jesus. Have you ever told the Lord in some area or weakness in your life that you would never do it again, but you have done it again? I know I have. We’ve all said, at some point or another, “I won’t stumble and I’ll tell you the exact area of my life that I won’t stumble in!” Then, that’s the area we stumble in!

So, the declaration leads to the denial. Matthew 26:69-74. Jesus, his persecutors, Peter and all the disciples were in this courtyard. I want to give you a mental picture at how big this courtyard is, about 100 feet by 100 feet. Not very big at all. Please keep that in mind because it’ll become relevant here in just a moment. Peter set outside the courtyard and a servant girl came to him saying, “You also were with Jesus.” Peter denied it before everyone saying, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He then walked out to the gateway and yet another girl saw him and said to those who were there, “This fellow also was with Jesus.” This time, he denied it with an oath. AN OATH. That is a much greater level of denial rather than just saying, “You’re crazy girl, I don’t know that man.” We can assume he said something along the lines of, “I swear on my fishing boat, I do not know that man.” Joking, he probably didn’t say that but, it was a greater denial.

Verse 73: and a little while later, those who stood by came up and said to Peter, “Surely you also are one of them. Your speech betrays you.” Then, Peter gets real mad. He starts cursing and swearing, and this ain’t the oath type of swearing. This is the swearing that Mama would take you out back and scrub your tongue with soap. “I do not know the man!”

Immediately, a rooster crowed. 

I want you to imagine how sad this was for Peter. He told Jesus, “I will never deny you. Even if I have to die with you. I won’t do it.” Jesus tried to prepare him, “You’ll do it before the rooster crows.” and, immediately, while the words are still coming out of his mouth for the third time, the rooster crows. However, it gets even worse than that.

Luke 22:61 says, “And the Lord turned and looked at Peter.” This is why I described earlier the size of the courtyard that they’re in. Remember, 100 feet by 100 feet. In this tiny courtyard, Peter denies the Lord, the rooster crows and Jesus, just a few yards away, turns and looks at him. How bad would you feel? But, again, it gets worse than that! I think some of us forget that at this point in time, Jesus is being physically beaten. So, you have to remember that when he turns and looks at Peter, he looked at him with black eyes, with a bloody nose, with bruised lips, and with blood running down his cheek from the crown of thorns they pushed in place on his scalp. Now, how bad would you feel?

I don’t want this to be about putting Peter down. Again, I want you to relate to Peter. You say, “Well, I’ve never denied Christ with my words.” Ok, have you ever denied him with your works? We’ve all denied him in some way or another. Essentially, we’re no better than Peter at all.

Moving along, Peter is now aware that Jesus is Lord. He’s died and rose again, but Peter is still feeling very depressed about what he’s done. He can’t shake it. He tells his men, “I’m going fishing.” Now, this sentence, I feel like, holds a lot more weight than just a man going fishing. I think this portrays Peter going back to his old life, his old ways, who he was before Christ.

John 21: that night Peter and his buddies got in the boat and immediately went fishing. They caught nothing. Zilch. Nada. They fished all night and caught not one fish. When morning came, Jesus stood on the shore but the disciples didn’t know it was Jesus. He called out to them, “Children, do you have any food?” They, of course, answered no, and he called out again saying, “Cast the net on the right side of the boat and you will find some.” They cast out the net, and now there are so many fish their nets begin to break yet again. John says to Peter, “It’s Jesus! It’s Jesus!” Peter jumps right in the water and swims to shore to meet Jesus.

So, why does Jesus perform the same miracle? Why does he do the same miracle he performed when he had first met Peter? I can only assume that it was to say to Peter, “Listen to me! It’s ok! You can start over! I know that you messed up. I saw what you did. I heard what you said! But listen, I died for your failure, and I rose again so that you can start over every time you make a mistake. ” 

It doesn’t matter what you’ve done, it doesn’t matter how drunk you get, how high you get, Christ is still waiting for you to come back to him. He’s seen what you’ve done. He’s heard all the foul things you’ve said. He’s watched you steal, cheat, and lie. But, He loves you and he’s waiting for you! Peter denied Him three times, basically to his face while he was being beaten nearly to death, and he opened his arms and was waiting for Peter to run back so He could embrace him. How amazing is that? Just to know you always have somewhere to go when you’ve lost absolutely everything. Take it to the cross. He’s waiting.

I hope you enjoyed Peter’s story of failure and overcoming. We can relate to Peter in more ways than one and I encourage you to read further into his story. He’s got an incredible one!

Whip It Up Wednesday! (3-14-18)

We’ve learned that food is one of the hardest things to get your hands on when on the long road to recovery because most of us have only pennies to our name, and food, at least good food, is expensive. My goal once a week is to provide you with a dirt cheap meal that is incredibly delicious to feed your entire family. Not only that but they are meals that you can get in the kitchen with together and whip up. Have fun. Let the kids help! Make memories!  Just TRY it!

Chicken Alfredo


5 to 6 chicken tenders (thawed) – $5

1 bag bowtie pasta – $1

1 bag shredded parmesan cheese – $2

1 jar Alfredo sauce – $1

Step 1: Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Boil your chicken and pasta in separate boilers until done. Once done, shred or cut your chicken into chunks.

Step 2: Add your shredded chicken, pasta and Alfredo sauce into a 9X13 inch pan.

Step 3: Cover with shredded cheese. Then, pop in the oven for 10 to 20 minutes, or until cheese is melted.

Done. Presto. Eat it up. 

So, it’s slightly cheating because all your ingredients are all basically made, but who cares? It’s cheap, the kids will have a ton of fun helping you, and it will taste like the finest chef in the world just served your family. Oh, and did I mention, IT’S CHEAP!

If you tried this recipe or, put your own spin on it, leave us a comment and tell us what you did! I’d love to hear new ideas!

Life as an Enabler

   Most people get enabling and helping completely mixed up. So, let me put it out there straight and simple. Helping is doing something for someone who is not capable of doing it themselves. Enabling is doing something for someone that could and should be doing said thing for themselves.

Example: I help my child tie her shoes because she can’t yet do that on her own. She hasn’t been taught that life skill. I do not help her put her shoe on her foot because she’s capable of doing that herself. If I put her shoes on her, knowing she could do it herself, I would be enabling her to be lazy.

   I enabled my father for years in his addiction. I enabled my husband for years in his addiction. I was an enabler. I was setting myself on fire to keep them warm.

   With my father, I thought I was essentially being smart by not offering monetary help. My enabler logic was, “If I don’t give him money, he can’t buy drugs.” So, I bought him food and took him food. I let him crash at my house many nights because he had nowhere to stay. I gave him rides to see friends. I thought this was helping. No money, no drugs. However, because I was buying his food, he could save his money that he did have to buy his drugs. Because I provided a place for him to rest his head, he could save his money used for rent to buy drugs. Because I took him everywhere he needed to go, he could save his money for gas to buy drugs.

   You’re getting the point, right? I gave him everything he needed to survive but in my doing that, he could save every penny he picked up to buy his drug of choice because he had nothing else he had to pay for because I had bought it all.

   I enabled my husband in a different way. I made excuses for his actions to everyone that asked about him. “He doesn’t feel good. He has a toothache. He’s working late.” I broke my boundaries time and time again. I would say things like, “If you ever do this again, I’m leaving.” But I wouldn’t leave, and he knew I wouldn’t leave, because I had said that 1,000 times and 1,000 times I never left. He would get mad and break stuff and I would fall in right behind him and clean it all up. He would go to jail and I would frantically be on the phone calling people to help bail him out, when he should have been made to sit there. That let him know that I accepted his horrid behavior and no matter what he did I would be there to clean up his messes.

   The hardest part about stopping the enabling behavior is recognizing it. You have to ask yourself if you’re really helping or are you giving your addict a scapegoat. My husband sat in jail for 9 months before I realized I was enabling him and how to stop, and he realized he was using me and I deserved better.

    The day I told my father I could no longer enable him was the day a part of my heart was snatched away. He was fuming at me, and it’s true what they say, “If an addict is pissed at you, you’re helping them. If they are happy with you, you’re enabling them.” My father and I haven’t spoken since April 2017. I pray for his recovery everyday. I’ve learned you can keep people in your heart but not always in your life.

There are 4 ways to stop enabling your addict:

  1. Stop providing financial support. This includes food, shelter, and monetary help. Human beings are survivalist. I promise you that they will find a way to get food, shelter and anything else they need if you stop helping them. They are capable of doing it themselves so let them do it!
  2. Allow the addict to deal with their consequences on their own. Do not bail them out of jail. Do not pay their rent. They chose to do something that landed them in jail. They knew it would land them there so, let them handle it. Let them be an adult and figure out their priorities on their own.
  3. Do not take responsibility for their addiction. They will make you feel guilty in every possible way. They will bring up things you may or may not have done to blame their addiction on you. It is not your fault. They make the choice everyday whether to smoke or drink or any other habit they have. You don’t force their hand, so don’t take the blame.
  4. Get on with your life. We often make our world revolve around, and accommodate, the addict. This is where you need to set boundaries. Are you going to waste an evening sitting by the phone knowing he/she won’t call? Are you going to not have friends over because you’re embarrassed by the addict’s behavior? Will you cancel on friends and events special to you to cater to your addict in their time of “need”? No, you shouldn’t. This will kill you faster than the drugs you’re enabling your addict to abuse. You have to get on with your life. “You didn’t cause it. You can’t control it. You can’t cure it.” Therefore, you shouldn’t condone it. Take your life back.

Yes, it’s easier said than done but What About Us? We didn’t choose their addiction. We didn’t choose their struggle. They did. So, let them own it. You have to detach from them. Detachment doesn’t mean not caring. It means taking care of yourself first and letting others take responsibility for their actions without trying to save or punish them. What you allow is what will continue.

In saying this, I also want to add that while it may be very difficult, please don’t pass judgement on them. Let them know you love them but you don’t love the choices they make. Be prepared for backlash, because this may make them angry. But, you’ll never be able to truly care for someone else if you don’t care for yourself first. If you don’t keep your own mind, heart, and spirit healthy, you won’t ever live to see them get healthy.

“Sometimes the easiest way to solve a problem is to stop participating in the problem.” -Jonathan Mead

Talk It Over Thursday!

In a few short sentences, tell me about yourself.  Age? Where you’re from, and maybe something interesting about yourself!

My name is Jessie Wells. I’m 33, from Geneva, Alabama and I love the Lord. I love to spread the love of Christ to others.

What is your association with addiction?

I was addicted to cocaine and ecstasy, but I did any drug that was offered to me. But, my addiction goes deeper than just drugs.  I was addicted to men and, to stealing. I was a thief.

Can you tell me a little bit about how you were introduced to drugs?

I was introduced to it as a child. I was around it my whole childhood. It was not hid from me. But as far as when I first decided to use, I was 16 and with friends just trying something because everyone else was.

I want to talk about your childhood if you don’t mind. Do you think your addiction may have stemmed from your childhood experiences?

I would say so. My mom chased a man and drugs, and chose them over me. My dad was never a father. I lived with family members most of my life. I would get passed from one to another.

I know that must have been difficult for you. I want to go back to your comment that your addiction was deeper than drugs, can you explain that to me?

I got introduced to drugs, and then, men.  I woke up looking for my next high and went to bed doing drugs. Men became a drug to me as well. I would do anything for drugs, and the men were my free ticket to the drugs. But, not only that, I wanted men to want me. I would make them want me. Their attention was like a drug to me. I lived for the thrill of men and drugs. I was also addicted to stealing. I was a thief. I could not walk in a place without walking out with something. It was just as a rush as drugs.

I find many people I talk to have addictions much deeper than their drug choice, so you are not alone in that. Do you remember exactly when your life began to get off track?

I moved completely back in with my mom when I was 12 years old. We got into church and life was good. I first got saved when I was 13, But then, at the age of 16, my mom got out of church and I was introduced to drugs, and the enemy showed me the attention of a man.

Did you ever have a rock bottom moment? If so, can you tell me about it?

No, I never had a rock bottom. People ask me that all the time and they say there can be no way. But, I didn’t. I mean, I went to jail 6 times. I kidnapped my friend and we ran away. I was 17 and she was 15. I was put in a diversion center, but went right back to doing the same things…

There was so many times I was in situations I should have died. I mean I would get in the car with any man. I was never scared of what would happen, and there were multiple situations I was gonna be raped by guys but instead of the struggle I would give in.

I know now, looking back throughout my whole life, God was looking out for me. Once you come to the Lord, He never leaves you!

I don’t believe everyone has a rock bottom either. Some people have other reasons they quit, what was yours?

When I met my boyfriend, now my husband, I did decide to change some because he said he didn’t want a drug addict girlfriend but, it just slowed me down. I didn’t stop. But, in 2011 my brother passed away.  He had sclerosis of the liver but started having a seizure and had an aneurysm. He was 21. And that is what changed my life. When he passed I said I was going to change.

I’m so sorry for your loss. Words can never describe the pain of losing a loved one. Can you tell me about the last time you used?

Well,  2 years before my brother past I had been having great pain in my lower back because when I was a teenager I broke my tailbone, and cracked the lower part of my back. My tailbone had been misshapen ever since. I mean, I could not even bend over and my boyfriend would even have to pick me up to get me out of bed. So, in saying that, after my brother passed I went to church that next week and I was sitting there asking God to help me because my back was hurting so bad.

The next day I went on about my day. My mom came over that night and we were talking about how service was, how my mind was full of what is, what ain’t, and what ifs. Well, I was sitting there with a plate of weed in my lap, rolling a blunt and God spoke to me. He said, “I healed your back” and I realised at that moment. I got out of bed by myself without my boyfriend’s help. For the first time in two years I touched the floor! I was rejoicing!

So, I sat back down and continued to roll the blunt, and He spoke to me again! He said, “Throw the weed in the woods.” I looked at my mom and said, “Did you hear that?” She said, “Hear what?” So, I told her and, of course, she didn’t. She said, “No,  give it to me.” But, I said no and I walked outside and threw it all in the air. Right then I was filled with the Holy Spirit and I have not touched a drug since.

Oh my gosh! Jessie, I just got chills all over my body! He’s magnificent isn’t He?

Yes, He is Sarah. He saved me from the pits of hell. A thief, adulterer, drug addict l was, but God said, “I have bigger plans for your life Jessie if you will just serve me.”

I started serving the Lord that day. I currently have a jail ministry program that I do. I mean, I even left my boyfriend because he was not saved. He would come and take me to church, and out to eat. But we didn’t even hold hands or kiss for a year. One day in church I thought he was falling asleep and God told me to leave him alone. At the end of service he ran to the altar and got saved. A few months later, in 2012, we got married.

That’s awesome! Tell me a little about your jail ministry.

The broken women are my heart. Purpose and Promise Ministry, Inc. is an evangelistic jail and prison ministry that extends from both our local county jail and to the streets of our city. We offer a time of worship and The Word for inmates at the local county jail. We walk the streets and pray to better understand the needs of those within the jail and those that are homeless within our community.

We have recently opened up our base of operations at 312 W. Magnolia Ave, in Geneva, Alabama. Our ministry, from this location, holds temporary warming stations in times of need, distributes clothes at no charge from our clothing closet, provides food or meals to those who don’t have anything to eat, and helps those that have recently been incarcerated get back on their feet by providing references, transportation, supplies for a home, and personal care items.

We are expanding daily, moving both quickly and steadily to becoming a full time Life Skills Recovery Center. It is our desire that people find their purpose and function productively within our community so that not only they benefit but, so does Geneva and Geneva County.

That is absolutely inspirational! You have an incredible story Jessie! What you are doing is phenomenal! Before we go, if you could tell my readers one piece of advice, what would it be?

That no matter where you were, or what you think you are, God’s got a propose for your life.

Beautiful advice! Thank you so much for sharing your story with me!

If you would like to share your story for our next Talk It Over Thursday, please email us at whataboutusrecovery@gmail.com or message us on our Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/whataboutusrecovery.


Whip It Up Wednesday! (3-7-18)

We’ve learned that food is one of the hardest things to get your hands on when on the long road to recovery because most of us have only pennies to our name, and food, at least good food, is expensive. My goal once a week is to provide you with a dirt cheap meal that is incredibly delicious to feed your entire family. Not only that but they are meals that you can get in the kitchen with together and whip up. Have fun. Let the kids help! Make memories!  Just TRY it!

One Pan Dinner

photo credit: google image


4- 5 boneless pork chops (thawed) – $ 6.00

1 bag frozen green beans (thawed) – $2.00

10 red potatoes – $5.00

1 pack dry italian dressing mix – $0.65

You can substitute whatever veggies you want. Some good substitutes that work well with this dish are asparagus or broccoli. Feel free to make it completely your own!

Step 1: Cut your potatoes into chunks. I’ve found that in order to get the potatoes done fully, I boil mine for a few minutes before putting this dish together. You don’t want them mushy, but you want to be able to easily poke at it with a fork. Once this is achieved, drain your potatoes.

Step 2:  Preheat your oven to 375 degrees. Assemble your dish! Place your pork chops in a line on the pan on either the right or left side. Place your green beans down the middle. And lastly, your potatoes on the remaining side. Sprinkle your dry italian dressing mix all over the pork chops, green beans, and potatoes.

Step 3: Cover loosely with foil and bake for about an hour, give or take. I normally check mine every 20 minutes, depending how thick my pork chops are. Once your pork chops are fully cooked and your potatoes are soft, but not mushy, remove from the oven!

Done. Presto. Eat it up!

This dish feeds my family of 6 and we usually have a little left over! The whole meal cost about $15.00. That’s less than $3.00 a serving! On average, to get a meal like this at a restaurant would cost over $35.00 for a family of 6.

Let me know how you like this recipe! Feel free to post a picture of your dish and if you changed it up, I’d love to hear what you did!