With a little effort I've managed to dial in my salsa recipe. It's fucking good. Really, really good. The best salsa you've ever tasted. I've started making it in a big batch every few weeks, pouring it into mason jars, and actually enjoying good Mexican food on the regular.
I love pickled stuff, it's easy to do well. And I always end up with far more than I can use, which means jars of homemade deliciousness I can hand off to friends and neighbors. Score a few points, the adult equivalent of a hand drawn birthday card.
Ceviche a go-to in my house whenever I have leftover fish that's three or four days old. Still good, especially when compared to whatever garbage they sell at the store, but not as still-twitching- fresh as I've come to expect.
I’m taking to the hills. Two days left until the election. I’ve had enough. The first election I was old enough to vote in was Bush v Gore. Total shit show. Lies and fear. Thought I’d seen the worst. Should’ve known better. I highly doubt Trump will win, bu