Sunday, a date with junk food. It's been a year since
Nachos and Margaritas. If you're going to be bad, be bad. We were bad!
Ann made the nachos while I juiced the limes and made the margaritas.
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Ready for the Oven |
The chips got a generous helping of black beans (refried in lard), nopalitos, pickled jalapeños, and cheese. And once out of the oven got a handful each of green onions and cilantro.
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Ready to Eat |
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Squeezing Limes for Margaritas |
Almost an emergency: no Cuervo to be found! Fortunately there was a bottle of no-name tequila plata in the far corner of the liquor cabinet. When I asked Ann what kind of tequila it is (it apparently predates my tenure at the house), she said, "It's hangover tequila!" Oh boy! We were bad.
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