I threw my back out yesterday after finishing up the granite project (which, btw, thank you for the support there. And "decomposed" is a term meaning "rock companies pulverized the hell out of" for the record. :D) I couldn't move yesterday, and I felt old and decrepit. *sad face*
I had a pool party on Saturday and we made the most AMAZING brisket tacos. I don't know what seasoning the Mr. used on the brisket (probably our standby of Tony's, black pepper, garlic powder, smoked for 20 hours over hickory OH MY GOODNESS) but I know that the pickled red onion I made, along with a few strips of roasted poblano peppers and a thick stripe of chipotle BBQ sauce, all wrapped up in a fresh flour tortilla, was enough to bring angels down from heaven. GOOD LORD. Tasty. Also, holy crow, I need some lunch.
The Dr. Who rewatch (starting with the Ninth Doctor) is continuing tomorrow, and they've been a lot of fun. Be sure to check back every Tuesday - Wednesday -Thursday for the latest installments.
I am making these Nutella lava cookies later today, and then the kids and I (the Mr. is back traveling) are going to make some chicken "gyros" for dinner, and oh my goodness, do I love homemade tzatziki.
I REALLY NEED SOME LUNCH. Feeding brain = ability to think = ability to actually write. =/
HOW DO YOU BRAIN. I am slow and dim witted right now, yeesh.