While it may not necesarily look like the most beautiful thing, it tasted pretty damn good.
Mole Rojo, Green Rice, and Fresh beans & tortillas.
Not only that, but I got an action shot of Jeri for those who haven't seen her in person...!
...Thy Doodle Ann.
So, because Sonora Quest Stupora Quorum felt compelled to abuse Jeri , AND because there was some sort of measles incident (which closed the building, which meant I had to listen to people come up, read the sign that was pretty clear about the closure, and then ask me (as if I work for that salt mine of a racket!), "But are they open?", "Why're they closed, the sign/paper/ says they're open"), AND because I made Jeri eat at Chiba Hut (which proudly boasts the "Home of the most worthless cunt of a sandwich clerk!"), AND because she was a good girl this week (mostly), I made not only a few dozen tortillas to fill her pockets with, but also.....(check this out...):
Blueberry & Strawbery filled doughnuts.
......threw her head back and began cackling towards the sky.
The day started off with a bang. Breakfast at *****'s: (Chilaquiles/Black Beans/Eggs!)
And then we hit the road in search of some framing work for one of Jeri's pictures.
On the way, we encountered a native towing device:
Here I am offering advice to the towman:
You should have seen how proud Jeri was sitting up in the tow truck cab! I was hoping she'd score us some cigarettes from the driver, but no.....I had to handle this without cigarettes, and without my clonazepam.
So what's a poor girl to do you ask? Well, like mother always said, "There's no amount of sorrow that a good truffle can't fix!" And so I strapped Jeri into her car seat and set about gathering only the finest cacao:
And then I made some staggeringly delicious truffles. Sure, each one equals 6 servings, but really, could you really complain about too much decadence?
Unfortunately, the residents of Tucson (I blame the East ones), have banded together like petty police officers to force the closure of one of my favourite dining locales. My favourite not only because the food is always good, but it's made by me and whoever else happens to be there. On this night, it happened to be my Madre y Padrito, and we were exploring the delights of Africa:
Led By the fearless Howard:
And flanked by the Padre:
I made a fish stew (there's ingredients for a cucumber salad on the right):
I seriously regret not taking classes there 5 years ago or so. Just think how my baking would be.
Of course, now you'll be truly corrupted by The Man, and will return to continue the raging oppression....or maybe you'll bring down the walls of Sonora Quest terror....
You WILL eat cinnamon rolls before going to bed if it's the last thing I....oh....you already ate it?
My butcher had the most delightful Green Chile & Blue Cheese sausage, which just begged to be topped off with an even more sinful Blue Penne. I popped one of Jeri's Lipitor's just to make help balance things out.
Oh, and the sandwich he made me, brought tears to my eyes with every disappearing bite.
I'm almost embarrassed to say....but last Sunday when Jeri was shaken out of bed....she had to face a small platter of fresh, hot, homemake buttermilk doughnuts. But then....didn't everyone?
