I watched a video on YouTube and decided we needed pollo de caldo a few weeks ago. It was good. I thought my corn and chicken really belonged on a plate. I also let Cosme know there was a good chance that corn would end up getting buttered and salted.
There was one morning I made pig in the blankets. I took a picture because this will never happen again.
There was one broken sausage left with two little scraps of dough. Crazy, I know... and totally worthy of a picture.
HEB ran an ad before Valentine's Day. If you bought a box of chocolates, you got a box of dog treats for free. Wow.
I didn't get it.
And then one night the sky was really pretty.
And...
Then I deleted those with the other 1650+ pictures.
I had a dream the other night that I had a stack of bacon. I grabbed it and carefully took a huge bite, as if it were an oversized sub sandwich. Then I realized NO MEAT TODAY and I spit it all out. I'm about to go make bacon (or bakie, as Little E says) and stack it high in a tortilla.
