We were busy here – sort of a bubbling hodge-podge of activity without much of import getting done or, for that matter, enjoyed. Things looked up, though, when Summer announced she had to go to a Mexican restaurant for Spanish Club tonight. She doesn’t care too much for such food so we figured we’d get some doggie bag stuff. Well, she brought something home. Something. It looked like liver on a wet noodle. We stared at it . . . I courageously ventured a taste. Nothing bad happened. No good taste landed on my tongue, either.
We were bummed. Her mother asked her questions about what it was supposed to be, but I decided ignorance might be, if not bliss, at least preferable.
I feel the only thing to do now is have a foldover on multi-grain bread. Or a peanut butter ball sub sandwich – a foot-long one. Just letting my imagination have fun there.
Hmmmm…. first off how can anyone not care for Mexican food? Obviously Summer has never tasted good mexican food. Not a surprise since I’ve never had good Mexican food anywhere other than the great Southwest (New Mexican cuisine is MUCH better than Tex-Mex too….. green chili’s yum)
Secondly. You were braver than I to try anything that resembled liver.
Thirdly. Your title refers to going “south”. Now my mind went somewhere else, a much hotter destination (although Houston hit 96 today and it fell like the “other” place with humidity). Seems my days have been residing “south” with great regularity. *sigh*