Quick Pickled Red Onions & Radishes

Cinco de Mayo is swiftly approaching.

I’m not Mexican. But, on Cinco de Mayo I get to pretend. I get to high five all the tacos with my face, raise a margarita or two to my mouth hole, and worship all things guacamole. This is special for me. But, almost any excuse to put guacamole or carne asada in my face is special for me. Do we need an excuse? I’m not sure we do. I suppose I could live every day as if it were the fifth of May. Minus the kitschy sombrero wearing and the early afternoon margarita. Yes, every day could be the fifth of May. Therefore every day could be special. Did I just discover the meaning of life? Don’t answer that.  […]

Crock-Pot Kalua Chicken Tacos With Chili Lime Mango Salsa

Last weekend we moved.

There is a slow and heavy chaos that comes with moving. A tired sort of chaos. The kind of chaos where your arms and your back start to ache so you just shove boxes labeled “Gina’s Shoes” into the guest bathroom next to the shower. Your box labeled “Super Important Office Stuff” is buried somewhere in a sea of boxes in the garage, most likely under my childhood doll furniture. I still can’t find my favorite bra. It’s getting weird. We’ll figure it out later. The kitchen is unpacked. The living room seems livable. We’re moving through the moving process. Let’s just not talk about the office. Or the bedroom. Or the guest room.

Let’s just not talk. Let’s eat. That sounds best. […]