So...I was looking through my pictures the other day and noticed a startling thing...90% of them were either of me stuffing my face, or something that I was about to stuff my face with. I knew before coming down to Texas that I would be in one of the fattest states in the country, but that didn't stop me. In fact, it was a bit appealing. After all, I love food. I love making it, I love sharing it, I love going out for it, I love learning about it, I love experimenting with it, I just started trying to grow it, but most of all I love eating it....and eating it...and eating it. Here's a little sampler for you of what has filled my tummy just within the last couple months...and we are not even going to mention the food I ate in Mexico! (that will have to come later)...
Rudy's BBQ
my personal chef, and pre-tempura-ed veggies...SO good!
the cove; great atmosphere, great food, great company.
by far most amazing ribs ever...made, once again, by my personal chef.
strawberry ice-cream at the strawberry festival!
reason number three why I love Canada: wonderbras...I mean bars.
Moroccan Bites and Julie's amazing dessert/dinner.
Fresh veggie salad from the garden...with the gardener himself.
turkey legs at the rodeo!
funnel cake...with EVERYTHING on it.
spurs dog...no wiener of waterton...but we're a little to far south for that.
thanksgiving pumpkin pie.
apple feast at inks lake at sunset
Pineapple upside-down cake...an Alton Brown masterpiece.
Mount St. Dillon
Julie's gumbo!
Our favorite mobile taco restaurant.
Green: most incredible vegetarian cuisine in San Antone.
One of the first things I found out about Max when we started dating was that he slept in a hammock; not occasionally, not whenever he wanted to nap in the cool afternoon shade, but ALL the time. He had removed his bed from his bedroom and replaced it with a hammock where he would sleep that whole semester. Although I thought it was a bit on the insane side, ideas like these have always drawn me to him. I just never thought I would succumb to them…
It was two in the morning (once again, past my hour of reckoning), and we were deep in the heart of Mexico. Now, when I say deep, I mean deep. We had come upon El Tajin, the ancient ruins we were planning on exploring, but they didn’t open until the morning so we had some night to kill. Max decided it would be a brilliant idea to drive out into the middle of nowhere and set up the hammock for the night. So we drove…and drove….and drove...down countless winding roads through nothing but fields and forests until we came upon the perfect spot. In the middle of what turned out to be a cornfield (I realized in the morning), he tied up the hammock to some avocado trees and we spent the rest of the night in a hammock in the Mexican wilderness.
I was amazed that:
1. We weren’t eaten by Mexican wildcats. In fact, the only contact we had with any life at all was the next morning when a man drove his car all the way down to where we were, got out, barfed in the cornfield, and then got back in his car, turned around, and left. Hm…whatever.
2. It never got cold. We stayed warm with just Max’s amazing Mexican blanket purchased on a previous trip down..and a little cuddling of course.
3. We were not arrested and incarcerated in a Mexican prison. We had NO idea whose field we were in but were pretty sure if someone came to kick us out, we could just act like we didn’t speak Spanish. Well…Max would act, I would be sincerely clueless.
4. Hammocks are surprisingly comfortable.
Max, after a wonderful nights sleep.
The corn/whatever field we called home for the night.
