Today is a different kind of Sunday Funday. Instead of battling the bottle (a losing war), Lindsay and I spent a good portion of our day clawing our grimy paws through others throwaways, aka we went in search of antiques. Once we realized that we had hit a dead end with that task, we set out for our next adventure. Due to the depressingly gross weather, we decided to close ourselves up indoors and cook. Now, the ultimate question was WHAT to cook. I have this problem, one that I will confidently brag to you that I have gotten better at, the problem of not being able to make a decision. I'm not necessarily indecisive, I just don't like the task of coming up with plans. So, after putting our blonde heads together, we decided to get all Bobby Flay and make some tacos. Chicken soft tacos with homemade salsa.
Ok, so I'll be truthful. The only thing I contributed to this little Mexican fiesta was dicing the vegetables (which is a huge responsibility, might I add). Lindsay is a bad friend and lent me un-matching Christmas inspired socks. I mean, at least there was a consistent theme?
Feliz Navidad y'all.
-tink.
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Food,
Fun
