WTF: Blogger Doesn't Know 'Burrito', 'Enchilada' or 'Margarita'.
As good a way as any to start a post.
Friday: Black bean burrito from Pico de Gallo.
Saturday: A.M.: Leftover guac & chips; P.M.: Nachos, enchilada trio, 6 margaritas, & 1 Mexipolitan at El Vez*.
Sunday: Tortilla thrown on pan, sprinkled with cheddar = "Quesadilla".
I think I'm going to puke.
Last night Dax and I had a lovely dinner at El Vez followed by a meet-up at Independence Pub for a birthday party of one of her co-workers. Unlike last weekend's party, this one was all lawyers. And me. Oh, don't feel sorry for me, really. It was great fun because these people aren't your regular starched-collars-aluminum briefcase-Grisham types: they are Philadelphia's finest - The Public Defenders.
What a quirky bunch. With social skills! Not something you see often in large groups of lawyers. And even though Dax was apologetic about talking work-stuff, I found it fascinating. I learned what a 'PWID'** is. One fellow told me that my neighborhood is one of his best customers for PWIDs.
Anyway, it's yucky rainy here today and I must get back to baking. Big party with lots of press there tomorrow (Grateful I won't be there. My cheesecake will stand in as my trusty representative.), and I've got lots of Cantankerous Canary business to take care of too. So off I go.
*We may have poured six margaritas, but they were definitely not full-strength. Otherwise I would have been...oh god, let's not even go there. I suggest y'all try the Mexipolitan - a little more kick than its Cosmo cousin, but still fruity and girly and nice.
**Possession With Intent to Distribute.
Addendum: I just want to make it clear that the "I think I'm going to puke" comment was made in reference to the weekend's ongoing Mexi-fest and not to the story that follows. Sorry for any confusion, Dax. xx!
Friday: Black bean burrito from Pico de Gallo.
Saturday: A.M.: Leftover guac & chips; P.M.: Nachos, enchilada trio, 6 margaritas, & 1 Mexipolitan at El Vez*.
Sunday: Tortilla thrown on pan, sprinkled with cheddar = "Quesadilla".
I think I'm going to puke.
Last night Dax and I had a lovely dinner at El Vez followed by a meet-up at Independence Pub for a birthday party of one of her co-workers. Unlike last weekend's party, this one was all lawyers. And me. Oh, don't feel sorry for me, really. It was great fun because these people aren't your regular starched-collars-aluminum briefcase-Grisham types: they are Philadelphia's finest - The Public Defenders.
What a quirky bunch. With social skills! Not something you see often in large groups of lawyers. And even though Dax was apologetic about talking work-stuff, I found it fascinating. I learned what a 'PWID'** is. One fellow told me that my neighborhood is one of his best customers for PWIDs.
Anyway, it's yucky rainy here today and I must get back to baking. Big party with lots of press there tomorrow (Grateful I won't be there. My cheesecake will stand in as my trusty representative.), and I've got lots of Cantankerous Canary business to take care of too. So off I go.
*We may have poured six margaritas, but they were definitely not full-strength. Otherwise I would have been...oh god, let's not even go there. I suggest y'all try the Mexipolitan - a little more kick than its Cosmo cousin, but still fruity and girly and nice.
**Possession With Intent to Distribute.
Addendum: I just want to make it clear that the "I think I'm going to puke" comment was made in reference to the weekend's ongoing Mexi-fest and not to the story that follows. Sorry for any confusion, Dax. xx!
posted by Oy Vey at 12:16 PM
5 Comments:
Speaking of mexican, after telling you we have crap mexican here, I sold my stove to a Blueberry farm, which does mexican food. They had a real Mexican cooking and everything. Unfortunately I ordered the tostada, which was crap. The kids burritos were delicious though. So New Zealand now has one good mexican food place. On a hippy farm in the country.
I used to work in a couple of law firms (first as caterer, then as researcher). Lawyers can be quite pleasant.
what was in the kids burrito? please not baby goat...
weird. now i cater for law firms but i used to do legal research. reverse doppleganger something going on here.
the kids burritos were just chicken and cheese, the best bit was the nice organic tortillas they came in.
You've made me realise it is 4 years since I did my research job. Seems like only yesterday. I enjoyed cooking more, but sitting around in a nice quiet office where you get to go home at 5, and don't smell like food, has a lot going for it too.
Mmm, Mexi-politans at El Vez. Please tell me you also played with the photo booth. I love that thing.
All the PDs enjoyed meeting a real bona fide pastry chef as well. And I loved having you there. The Mexipolitans were better than the margaritas, but damn, it was all pretty delish!
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