Tried it again like an idiot.
It looks so oowie and gooey and good as it's orangeness glistens in the light of the restaurant and tenderly calls my name. Yes... I'm talking about queso. It's just one of those things that I can NOT resist. But, low and behold... I did!! I begged someone at the table to purdy please order something with queso on it so I could just have 1 tinsy winnie bite. And so they did... and I dabbed a bit on my tongue and... and... OMG. It just didn't taste very good. I think that's supposed to be a good sign but this is Texas. The home of Texican food.
It's a happy and sad occasion for me. Happy to see the change (because who really needs something like that floating around in your veins?) but sad because a big bowl of queso with cantina style chips topped with super spicy hot sauce is just plain comfort.
Or at least it used to be.
It was the weekend so I indulged a bit and, man, was it good. I won't bore you with the entire weekend's menu but fried crawfish po' boy at Half Shells never tasted so good.
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Breakfast: green smoothie (romaine, kale, 1/2 frozen banana, 1/2 fresh banana, frozen strawberries/mango/pineapple)
Lunch: veggie fajitas, spanish rice, small piece of lemon bar
Dinner: left overs from lunch minus the lemon bar
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