| Tuesday, December 12, 2006 |
| Al Pastor |
Beloved and I are sort of behind the 8-ball lately. I feel like I can speak for him when I say that, b/c he said it himself.
Tuesdays had been, for a few weeks, my night to cook. Today, you may have noticed, is Tuesday.
But Beloved hasn't gone on a big shopping trip in quite some time, and I haven't been able to look more than one day into the future.
So this morning (perhaps late last night, with 3 kids running around screaming, my living room dead to me, and tons of work in front of me) we realized that not only did we not have a dinner plan, but we had no food. Oops.
I pulled my usual ... "let's go out." I did pick a very reasonably priced and distanced Taqueria in the neighborhood that we haven't been to in a while (b/c I haven't been so good at finding reasonable prices lately), and eventually we decided that was the best thing to do.
I had Al Pastor tacos, at $1.35 a piece (3 make a mini-meal; 4 make a meal, and 5 make Zuska stuffed .... I had 4).
Tomorrow night, e.'s after-school program is having a family pot luck. We are BUYING potato salad, dumping it into a bowl, and passing it off as my own creation. (yes, beloved, MY own creation!). Then Beloved is going out with some friends, and the girls and I have some Solstice-prep plans .... if we can get cello practice and homework done F-A-S-T. We shall see.
Thursday? We have nothing. NOTHING. Nada.
Solstice is a week from Thursday.
I think I'm gonna throw up. |
posted by Zuska @ 9:04 PM   |
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