I’m all closed in on myself, I have to go take a walk or something. Get out into the world again. It’s been a tough winter, and I feel like Scheiße.
Naw, neither of us can eat 6 freakin’ ounces of steak any more. But the avocado on the counter is ripe, and I sliced a white onion (don’t have any red ones) and mixed it with some salt and lime juice to pickle; for good measure, I added some lime zest. There’s some cheese. I don’t think I have fresco, or blanco, or cotija, but I can find something. I have cilantro, and sour cream (close enough to crema). And I can thin slice that leftover steak and give it a quick sear. And I have some left over rice and beans from Monday for a side dish.
Tacos. The cure for the blues. (Maybe, we’ll see.)
Naw, neither of us can eat 6 freakin’ ounces of steak any more. But the avocado on the counter is ripe, and I sliced a white onion (don’t have any red ones) and mixed it with some salt and lime juice to pickle; for good measure, I added some lime zest. There’s some cheese. I don’t think I have fresco, or blanco, or cotija, but I can find something. I have cilantro, and sour cream (close enough to crema). And I can thin slice that leftover steak and give it a quick sear. And I have some left over rice and beans from Monday for a side dish.
Tacos. The cure for the blues. (Maybe, we’ll see.)









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