I didn’t do anything this weekend. Played with my new griddle. Went and looked at the lilies. Had a nightmare trip to HEB. Watched the same movie two nights in a row. Cried a little because of said movie. The Road. Not sure why I subjected myself to that twice when once in a lifetime is probably enough. Watched my state increase in positives. Listened to Bekah say she doesn’t think I should be at work, being that I’m at risk. I dreamed of a vacation far away from the world. I was on a planet with purple skies and the trees had blue leaves. The water was red, but not blood red. The air was fresh and relatively mild. Green thunderstorms brewed in the distance. I was on a balcony overlooking the scene while Bekah was asking me what was for dinner. Cat woke me up and I wanted to return to that place. We were having fun. A vacation is in store whenever we can do it.
I have a Finch family. Fingers crossed.
For lunch on Saturday I thought it time to try something I’ve never been capable of cooking until now due to my birthday griddle accessory. Cheddar blanket burgers. Place a cup of shredded cheddar on top of a patty and it become a bark. It molds with the bun. I can’t tell you how good this thing was. Far superior to the one we order in town. I think I used higher quality cheese. This meal was sinful. I felt dirty. I wanted more…
I suppose I read some until it was time to make dinner. we were not hungry but I wanted to cook again just for pops. Why not make chicken fajitas!! Easy. Fun. Good. That’s what we did.
Sunday brunch. Sister-in-law finally was able to have brunch with us. We made Machacado street tacos with bean and cheese. A meal we had meant to make weeks, maybe months ago. The brisket I had frozen from a cook out long forgotten. It was a great meal.
More burgers. I hate to waste buns. Just the basic tonight. Nothing curious.
That’s another weekend blog. Cheers.
En Fuego 