Jalapeno Ranch…
It is delicious.
It is delicious.
Making it in the crock pot to slow simmer for the rest of the day.
My first attempt at this, but after tasting the bottled seasoning mix I paid a dollar for at the store, I was annoyed, did a little research, and made some real creole seasoning from everything else I already had. And I’ve got to say, anything that smells this good already cannot possibly turn out bad.
I can’t wait for dinner.
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Allow me to translate:
Swift as the coursing river: Quick to react in any situation.
With all the force of a great typhoon: Forceful and headstrong when acting.
With all the strength of a raging fire: Full of passion for that act.
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon: To keep emotions and thoughts to one’s self until it is appropriate to act upon them. Stoicism.
GO MAKE ME A SAMMICH, NHI, OR THIS MARRIAGE IS OVER.
This happens quite often in my home. My girl is awesome.
I was just as ground zero for the conclusion of a high speed chase… and I didn’t have my camera! God Dammit!
010 / 355 // July 07, 2010
Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
— William Faulkner
This photo is actually kind of creepy from my point of view. I’d tell you why but you’ll just freak out about the little door in our bedroom wall and the things that may or may not be peering out of it, or worse yet crawling out of it down the wall, across the floor, up the bed, and into our sheets as we sleep.
MY BODY IS NOT MADE TO DO THAT!