Just Because (the Food Post)

Primarily,
because it just ain't right.

But also because
he is broken
and I am a good wife.

Trust.
I once blogged about being that girl
in a Benz
rollin' up to Wal Mart.

What was that saying about taking a girl out of the hood
but not taking the hood out of the girl?

Or something or another.

Well, more real to my form
(as Renton Wal Mart scares me...)
would be rolling up to Grocery Outlet
in my Benz
(chill, I don't drive a Benz.  Yet)

So I was there picking up the rug for my entryway
and 2 white teapots to add to this collection
(hey - bet you'll be at a Grocery Outlet tomorrow eh?)

And in the avoidable "meat" aisle
I found this

And this vegetarian jumped for joy.

Don't you judge me.

I have vivid memories growing up

eating only the filthiest meat products on this earth

Pass the menudo and the chorizo please.

One morning,

I popped up super bright

and super early

all set and ready to make

french toast

like they make at 909.

Then I got downstairs

and remembered I had chorizo

Now.  I know I can go from 0 - 60

in the grumpy department

when I'm expecting french toast

and someone brings me an omlette

on a tray

So I raced upstairs

and asked my better half

if he would be okay with Chorizo instead.

I even offered to make both

Mostly,

because he gave me the slow

oooo....kay

Which I first mistook for dissapointment.

Because really,

what self respecting southern Cali guy

wouldn't know what Chorizo is?

My inquisitive nature kicked in and I asked

"so, you know what chorizo is right?"

to which he didn't really respond.

So.

Just because

it is so. not. right

for a grown So. Cal Gentleman

to go his whole life without knowing

Chorizo

I whipped some up.

In three easy steps,

this sister girl did her man right

1. 

  2.

  3.

Next up

Menudo

(whoa now gag reflex)