‘Tis taco night here at the happy heathen homestead. We’re like, all Eurotrashy and stuff with our late dinners. That, or there’s a night owl manning the stove. It could be that.
More about life in a dinky town: You know you live in a dinky town when you just make do with whatever is in the very limited selection of the only market in town. I wanted sirloin for the taco meat but all they had a was a few grey steaks, so we’re making do with a round roast which is thinly sliced and marinating quietly in beer, and of course with some green chiles, jalapeños, onion, garlic, and cilantro. That makes it carne asada, for those of you who aren’t up on such things. If you are up on such things are are wondering how I could possibly forget such a vital ingredient, I hold the citrus until the meat is cooking, as marinating in citrus can make the meat rubbery. And it’s a damned hunk of round so it’s tough enough already.
Amethyst is officially on vacation for nine days now. At the moment she of witchy countenance is washing some dishes and dancing around the kitchen to swing music. Miss Autumn usually dances with her, but must have worn herself out because she’s here in the office lying on the floor behind me. [… time passes…] Nope, not too worn out. She’s gone back upstairs. Good idea. I’ve got some cookin’ to do.
Life is good.