Today, after having had the tacos al pastor for two nights, Vince wanted to go eat Mexican. No! No! No! I have reached my limit with eating out. He wanted cheese dip and chips. I told him next time we go to the Mexican gocery, I’ll get the cheese and make cheese dip so that seemed to make him happy. Then later, he said he wanted Mexican for dinner so I told him I could make shrimp fajitas. Shrimp are super quick to defrost so that’s what we had, along with refried beans and Vince had left over rice.
We had already eaten all the beans I made on Sunday but when I cooked the pinto beans, I had cooked a whole pound and there were still some in the fridge so I just had to mash them, cook them down, add cheese and we had a whole new batch of refried beans.
I love having the cilantro growing right outside the front door. I can go out and pick it any time and I put way too much on everything but that’s ok because Vince doesn’t want any of it. In Texas, cilantro would grow like a weed and if allowed to get out of control, it would flower and drop seeds which would come up in the spring. I can’t remember if that happens here or not. It may need a longer growing season to flower but at least I know that at some point (probably in October or November last year) I can throw out a few seeds and have a bumper crop of cilantro. Actually, many of the seeds spilled out of a box and I swept them off the driveway into the yard, or the rain washed them into the yard so really, cilantro is everywhere. Could be worse things growing in the yard, right? Like . . grass burrs! Did I tell you I stepped on one in our bathroom a couple of nights ago? I’m guessing Vince put on a pair of shoes that had one in it. I’ve worn the same pair of shoes since I got here so I doubt it came out of my shoes. It hurt and I think it made me grateful all over again to be out of Texas.