Mexican Food and Alchemy
Mar. 4th, 2003 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsThat is such a pretty song. Too bad I don't know a word of Mandarin.
So I had a positively lovely date last night with a good friend who, unfortunately, was suffering under one of the many bugs that are floating around and laying every one I know flat on their backs, but not for anything recreational. Both the kids are sick, too. I seem to have shaken off whatever was bugging me last week but for a slight sniffle.
After meeting her at her workplace, we headed down to this amazing Mexican restaurant, mostly vegetarian, that I am not gonna disclose because they don't need the business: they need to publish a cookbook. I had their chicken tacos with this delicious purple cabbage topping mixed with tomatoes and mango, and a salad of jicima, tomatoes, pineapple, and touches of cilantro and parsley that I'm just dying to make at home. It was beyond delicious.
We're lucky we made it there in one piece. Her cold must be knocking her out pretty bad; she wasn't fit to drive. She almost got creamed by an oncoming firetruck as she maneuvered around a bicyclist. And firetrucks generally don't care: they're much bigger and have a low center of gravity.
And we went back to her place, where we sat and snuggled and I caressed her skin gently and we spoke about mortgages and families and her dream kitchen and the things she would make in it if she had the time, and I complained about wine-based chilies and wheedled out of her promises of more vigorous nights to come. When she's well again. It's such a pity that she was floored by some rhinovirus, though; she's such a sensual creature, so deserving and rewarding.
So I had a positively lovely date last night with a good friend who, unfortunately, was suffering under one of the many bugs that are floating around and laying every one I know flat on their backs, but not for anything recreational. Both the kids are sick, too. I seem to have shaken off whatever was bugging me last week but for a slight sniffle.
After meeting her at her workplace, we headed down to this amazing Mexican restaurant, mostly vegetarian, that I am not gonna disclose because they don't need the business: they need to publish a cookbook. I had their chicken tacos with this delicious purple cabbage topping mixed with tomatoes and mango, and a salad of jicima, tomatoes, pineapple, and touches of cilantro and parsley that I'm just dying to make at home. It was beyond delicious.
We're lucky we made it there in one piece. Her cold must be knocking her out pretty bad; she wasn't fit to drive. She almost got creamed by an oncoming firetruck as she maneuvered around a bicyclist. And firetrucks generally don't care: they're much bigger and have a low center of gravity.
And we went back to her place, where we sat and snuggled and I caressed her skin gently and we spoke about mortgages and families and her dream kitchen and the things she would make in it if she had the time, and I complained about wine-based chilies and wheedled out of her promises of more vigorous nights to come. When she's well again. It's such a pity that she was floored by some rhinovirus, though; she's such a sensual creature, so deserving and rewarding.
