A long weekend. 3 days. I honestly had forgotten that Friday was even a holiday until I got an email saying how I was to report my time. Jeez. Bekah has the day off, which was really the only difference from every other day. Originally she had big plans for this weekend. It’s her sisters 40th and they were going to travel to Alpine to celebrate. Of course, things changed. The world changed.
I had the most frustrating venture to the grocery store. I attempted both the HEB’s in town but lines had at least 50 people. Probably more. Nothing on my list was worth that. Went to Market Street. They have been reliable. I had to wait maybe 2 min to get in. What I didn’t account for was because it being a holiday everyone was out. The store was full. And dip s***’s were not following directions and practicing social distancing. What should have taken me 5-10 min took me 30. Because I was being vigilant. Yes, I could have easily grabbed that broth I needed while this lady vacantly stared at the shelf’s oblivious to me waiting for her to move. But I was keeping my 6 feet. Other people, were not….😡 I needed to strip out of my cloths in the garage and promptly make myself a drink. Bekah heard the sailor in me come out.
I went and saw my mother. I needed that. We kept our distance. So weird. I hate it. We enjoyed beverages & conversation on the patio. It was rather nice. I miss my people. My family. It felt good to see the face of someone that I care about. We might be on lockdown soon… probably need to be seeing as how many people just don’t care.
Friday lunch I wasn’t prepared for because I didn’t know it was a holiday. I had leftover chicken from meal prepping I was originally just going to eat like usual. With the spouse home I needed to come up with a lunch idea. On my walk I decided I could make some chicken tostadas. Chopped up some onion & red jalapeño and began to sauté. Diced a chicken breast and added it to the veggies. Poured some beer over to keep it moist. Smashed and avocado and added lemon juice, salt & pepper. Baked the corn tortillas. Whala!!! Not a bad meal made from leftovers.
No dinner Friday night. Just drinks. Not for the best. Arguments ensued. Let this be a lesson. Don’t piss of the one person you can be around. It doesn’t work for the best. I imagine this is happening worldwide. Lots of built up frustrations. Don’t take it out on those closest to you. We need each other. I said some foolish s*** and so did she. But I’ll take the blame for not just letting things die down. Had to get that last word in.
Saturday. What a nice day. For lunch I made some cheese enchiladas, black beans & grilled jalapeño. Bekah came out of retirement and made her amazing Spanish rice. She put her Hozona swing on it. It was more food than we needed.
So we decided to day drink. Why the hell not! It was beautiful out. Until it wasn’t. About 6 o’clock a righteous storm came a callin. Winds picked up, hail stones were thrown. It was exciting, but f*** if it didn’t leave a bloody mess. I thought I was done raking leaves. Guess not!
For the evening I just made chicken fajita without the tortilla. Leftover beans and rice. Bekah didn’t remember eating this meal. Yikes!!!
It seems the tradition is holding strong. FaceTime drinks with the Slovak. 3 weeks now. Bekah crashed after the storms went their way (until 3 AM when they returned). I stayed up and took shots. Too many. I didn’t know that we were going to be chugging from the bottle but we sure did. How the heck did we talk for over an hour? This is going to be the end of me. This new tradition. But I guess it beats drinking alone?
Easter Sunday brunch. Pulled pork hash. A rather spectacular meal. I needed it after the night with the Slovak.
Weird having Easter without family. It’s a big holiday for us. We always get together to feast & drink. Although it sucks, at least we are practicing social distancing. people up the street from me can’t say the same. Party time!!
For Easter dinner I slow cooked some pork tenderloin on the grill. Little chipotle raspberry sauce. Made Brussels sprouts like I always do on This holiday. No on to tell me that they are not supposed to be spicy. Also, deviled eggs. I have had the misfortune of making these for near 20 years on this holiday now. Don’t want to break tradition because of a pandemic.
That’s it. I’m done. Hope all of you had a great weekend. Cheers!!!
En Fuego 
I missed the deviled eggs & way too spicy sprouts!
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