Side note, my sleeping seems to be getting a bit better. I didn't take a sleeping pill the past two nights, and fell asleep and slept through the night. That hasn't happened for a very long time.
I am going to be making my Chicken Corn Chili for work at dispatch on Wednesday. It takes a while to cook in a slow cooker but the first time I made I had to give the recipe to like 10 people. It is one of the simplest things in the world to make, and I will tell you how.
I get to work and pull everything out of the bag and I am pleasantly surprised that this is more than I am going to be able to eat, the sandwich is big and the chili cheese fries are in a huge plastic container which is full.
Yoga pants, tight black low-cut shirt, tattoos, dark grey jacket, bleach blonde hair, beanie, big glasses... ... fuck, she was a hipster. But good God was she hot.
We add some salsa to our tacos and each took a bite of our tongue taco and HOLY FUCK ARE THEY BLAND! I believe to this day that Michoacan means cooking without any spice or seasonings. Even with salsa on these things they were bland. The veal Brain was not only bland but it left a kind of gross aftertaste. Mr. Zimmern had let me down.