Today was a rather good day.
I fell asleep on the couch last night watching Food Network. I am officially obsessed with both
Iron Chef America and
Chopped. I first became obsessed with the former, not knowing about the latter, but now I don't even know which one I like more. Someday when I have spare time (haha) I will go into some in depth analysis and compare the two. Anyway, love them both.
So, this morning, Genevieve woke me up, wanting to go outside. I didn't need breakfast, seeing as I woke up to a cake-crumb-covered plate, and discovered that in my sleep I ate the end of Melissa's "Congratulations on Quitting Your Job Cake." That's not a joke. None of it is. I ate it in my sleep. And I really did make her that cake. Or I tried. Anyway, I didn't need breakfast, clearly I had taken care of that already. So I took my meds, yadda yadda yadda, then Genevieve and I went for our walk. It was lovely and she was so well behaved today...it was a pleasant and super-welcome surprise with the way that she's been acting this past week or so.
Anyway. Good morning. Good classes. Good time at work (got some work done teaching myself how to use our new three dimensional animation software...and then watched
The Office). Got some groceries. Came home. Played with the dog. This is way more in depth than I initially planned. The point of the post is taquitos.
Okay, so I'm watching
Iron Chef America and normally that makes me want what they are cooking (well sometimes anyway, when it's not fish and stuff) but today, I just want to chill. Plus, the secret ingredient is barracuda. Gross. And I know what you're saying. Don't judge a book by it's cover. I'm not. I'm judging a terrifying fish on the grounds that it is terrifying and that it is a fish. Two strikes for the barracuda. There's one more strike as well. Strike three: it is a barracuda.
Anyway, instead of being inspired to make something fantastic, I was inspired to take some frozen taquitos out of a box and put them in the oven.
Anyway, that's what I did. And they were good.
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Both the pup and myself were much more interested in the
taquitos than the barracuda fondue. Yes, you heard me right. Anyway, only
I got to eat them because taquitos are not for dogs.
Chalk a point up on the board for me. |
The end.
P.S. To those of you who took me at my word when I entitled this (at least partially) "The Most Meaningful Blog Ever," I was lying. I was lying, and doing so ever-so-intentionally. I believe that's another point for me.
