And, possibly dinner.
I’m not saying definitely, just possibly. That still leaves the possibility for a plate-full of vegetables.
Making Small Town Look Good.
Every time I see a rant or hear a news report about how Taco Bell’s meat is lacking in any actual meat, it makes me start craving a Double Decker Taco, no lettuce. Why no lettuce? Because I know that Taco Bell food isn’t real food, so why should I muck it up with real vegetables? That’s a sin, people. A *sin*.
I like to keep my Double Deckers pure. And by pure I mean only filled with things that Taco Bell deems worthy of their meat, like sand and oatmeal.
Mmmm… I kind of wish I had another one right now.
Updated to add: Yes- I did try to chop off the tip of my thumb last night while cutting up salad. SEE? Lettuce is evil stuff.
The girls and I took the trek to Visalia just to eat at Chili’s because we had a gift card and some time to waste. I was amazed how cheap it is to feed three people when two of those people still eat off the kid’s menu. Also, when there are no margaritas involved.
Speaking of Margaritas: the oldest kid was fascinated by the sign on the wall that said, “When life hands you limes, make margaritas.” She didn’t know what it meant but she liked the word Margaritas.
Me too, Kid. Me too.
I made the Pioneer Woman’s BBQ Meatballs last night. I have to tell you, I’m a meatball connoisseur. I love me some meatballs. It doesn’t matter if they are Italian, Hawaiian, or Swedish, just so long as they taste good.
I promise these do. They are slightly tangy and a little bit spicy (I used Cholula instead of tabasco. I just can’t get behind tabasco sauce. Ick.).
Because I am incapable of using a recipe exactly as written, I think next time I’ll put these in the crock pot for a couple hours instead of the oven. It would be nice if they soaked up a little of the sauce while cooking. Yum.