Of course you would!
We had no plans for Friday evening (big shocker) and that included no plans for dinner. As we were not ready to cash in a cheat meal and finding healthy food in our neighborhood is extremely difficult, I had to think of something. Enter the impromptu Mexican feast.
It's basically half-assed enchiladas topped with pureed salsa in lieu of enchilada sauce (I know, I'm a genius- you don't have to tell me) and half-assed guacamole. But it was phenom. That's short for phenomenal, you know. I'm trying to be more like the Kardashians.
In the process of whipping up dinner, I burnt the shit out of my finger. And then I decided I should probably take a picture and show you all the proof.
SaturdayMuch like Friday, we had no plans for Saturday. Actually, no, I take that back. We had a lot of plans. Too many plans. As in, the plans kept changing (ahem, Samantha). We nixed our original plans of visiting a museum because we slept in so long that we wouldn't have sufficient time to see everything (and I'm the type of museum-goer who wants to see (and read!) everything) and ended up driving around to find something to do (and, more importantly, eat).
|My sexy chauffeur|
Me: Why are you taking a picture of that?
Sam: You never know, it could be a masterpiece!
|I know this is a shitty pic, but I had to show you the chips riding shotgun in this van.|
By the time we actually got somewhere I was famished, so I was especially excited that we landed at Don Pablo's.
|The size of my smile is directly related to the queso dip in front of me.|
|Reading is hard.|
|Who drinks water when there are margaritas-the-size-of-your-head on the table?!|
|Strawberry for her...|
|Mango for me.|
|I got El Matador, which had a bunch of stuff wrapped up and covered in cheese. Sadly, I didn't really like it. It was too greasy for my tastes.|
|Sam also got things wrapped up and covered in cheese.|
I think I'm kinda over cheat meals. They always leave me feeling fat and gross. I know, I know, no one's forcing me to order over-fried, cheese-covered food. But, as I explained to Sam, it's like my head needs to catch up with my stomach. My head thinks, "enchiladas in sour cream sauce, yes!" and my stomach thinks, "I'm gonna shit myself."* I need the two to have an open conversation about what we like these days and then order accordingly. That said, I will never stop eating pizza, no matter how much grease and cheese is involved. Never.
After lunch, our plans changed once again. We intended to go to the movies (yes, to see Breaking Dawn...get off me), but changed our minds in the parking lot and ended up in Target. That was fine by me because I knew it'd be Christmas galore in there and I am a Christmas slut.
|Ornaments get more specific every year, I swear! I'm surprised this doesn't say Kitchenaid on it.|
|Santa's making his own cookies this year, apparently.|
|Who doesn't want a fuzzy unicorn hanging on their tree?|
|Or perhaps the Biebs?|
|It crackles while it burns!|
Sunday was as it normally is. We got up, went to breakfast (big news! I ordered something new!), then picked up our produce for the week. Except this time, we had Thanksgiving dinner in mind. We picked up apples, onions, garlic, bread, fresh Amish cheddar, potatoes, kale, mushrooms, and peppers. We also grabbed a gallon of apple cider, half of which has vanished into thin air (and if you believe that, I'll tell you another...).
|Oatmeal with banana, pecans, and maple syrup. It was good, but I missed my tartine.|
|No way was I missing out on my hummus, though. Last time I was there I asked for the recipe and found out that the secret ingredient is harissa. I'm now on a mission to find this peppery paste.|
|Sam got something new, too. I think it was called the Farmer's Scramble or something quaint like that. She really liked it. (I did, too).|
|The only market pictures we managed to get this week. These looked so much cooler in person. The picture doesn't do them justice.|
|Close-up of a flying fish|
|I realized when we sat down for breakfast that we matched. Like those creepy couples that match. Don't worry, I went home and changed my sweater.|
After the market we went home and gathered the fur children to take them on a little adventure for a Christmas project. Then we came home and I made soup. And beans. And now we're watching football and I'm super tired. The end.
*Just to be clear, I did not shit myself.