It's the week before Christmas. Ah, yes. There is so much to do.....or little to do. Pick. Choose. I'm done. I've shopped. I've wrapped. I've cooked.
I choose little to do this week.
The big events are over. Traveling, laughing, listening, and cojoling are things of the past. Stop. Breathe. Rest. Enjoy the season, now. It is time to be truly Merry.
Merry happy. Merry joyful. Merry Mary.
I ordered Mexicano T-Bone Steak topped with sauteed green onions and ranchero sauce. Hello! Put that in your burrito and eat it. Crazy. "How would you like it cooked?", Marcos asked. With an aside to the audience, Michael reminded me that they flame meat on high at Jalapenos. Marcos agreed. "Medium rare", I said. "OK, I'll tell them rare", he said. Love.
They brought Michael's sizzling fajitas to the table, placing the steaming cast iron skillet in front of him with all the appropriate garnishes. Jealous thoughts flew through my head. Damn. I chose wrongly, again. They looked fabulous, hissed heavenly, and smelled devine.. I wanted those fajitas. I really wanted them.