Alrighty. Quicky post because I should be studying for my Primary Care test on Friday. Believe it or not, blogging is way more fun than reading about Glipizide. Last week, Jon's brother got tickets to a special viewing of The Proposal. I'm so A list! It was a cute movie. I laughed out loud a few times. Ryan Reynolds is easy on the eyes, Sandra looks slightly mummified. But yeah. I'd wait for the redbox rental. Derailed! Sorry readers, all aboard. Jon called to tell me we would be going to a movie and he'd be over in a bit. He also noted he was famished. So I get my buttoski into the shower to beautify for the big date!
Nothing for dinner? I have radishes, cilantro, onion... Genius strikes as I lathered my locks. Taco Time. Authentic style.
Salivating! Mom's smoked pork belly that I so kindly agreed to take off her hands. Or apprehended from her fridge while she was camping...shhh. She is seriously rocking the new smoker. Jealous? Yeah. So anyways, the shakedown is this. Slap corn tortillas on the burner (I keep them frozen, gotta have the staples around). Slice pork, sweet onion and cilantro. Garnish with lime. Do not add anything else! Dream of Cozumel...
I'm an overachiever. So I made beans too. I sauteed garlic and shallot in olive oil, added the black beans, and some spastic spice supplementation. Mostly fajita seasoning, coriander and cumin (don't tell Jon, he thinks he hates cumin). Garnish with traditional sliced radishes, jalapenos and limes. I sprinkled some chopped green onions on top too, I'm fancy like that.
I applied mascara, got A list ready for the big premiere, then twiddled my thumbs. Jon calls 15 min before showtime to say he's on the way, can dinner be "to go?" Transition the beautifully plated masterpiece to paper plate and solo cupped side dish. I packed some hot sauce and a Dr. Pepper so homeboy could scarf while I drove. Monitor and adjust :)
Lovely lilies for the week. Girls, buy yourself flowers. It's so worth it :)