Am making French fries instead. It's weird with taquitos, but it's what we have. I really should have gone grocery shopping today, but I wasn't feeling up to it. Feeling like a bad roommate.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
You're making dinner. You are not a bad roommate.
I would kiss anyone who offered me taquitos and french fries right now. I'll pass on the bugs with rice, though. I hope that's not going in the cookbook?
You're making dinner. You are not a bad roommate.
Bingo. I promise you, this would get you worshipped in our house.
Any food that gets made for me is worshipped. Which is one of the reasons I love my cooking!happy husband so much.
I hope that's not going in the cookbook?
Um, no. Not one of my finer moments.
What they said. Because this:
this would get you worshipped in our house.
is Truth.
Ugh, val. You have my sympathy -- I've had pantry critters before, and the "eww" factor is compounded by the "dammit, now I have to replace the rice" thing.
Better to find them while cooking than when they hit the plate.
I'm just scared of where else I'm going to find them now.