Then there was the time that I passed out and landed on the wooden door threshold—I had a vicious bruise for weeks.
Looking back, seems like many of my tequila experiences from days of yore ended badly. I’ve since learned to drink in moderation, and appreciate tequila for its taste, and not just for its ability to take you from sober to trashed in 60.2 seconds. My good friend, José stopped by for Sunday supper, and everyone is still standing:
The image of this treat is all over Pinterest, but it never linked back to an actual recipe. After digging around on the interwebs, I finally found the recipe at Martha Stewart (but of course). This is super eaze to make, somewhat (o_O) nutritious, and made me forget that there were only precious few hours left in the weekend. Read More