This morning I am being treated to breakfast cooked by David, Machacado con Huevo. It is scrambled eggs cooked with a dried shredded beef that is just delicious. Mainly I am jazzed to not be the one in the kitchen. I used to try and help him by cleaning dishes and such, but realized I was butting into his cooking too much in the name of helping. Instead I have learned not to micro-manage, take the treat for what it is, and go relax.
This picture was from a few weeks ago. We went to a taqueria we frequented back in his college days. Of course, those trips were usually sometime around 3am after spending the night out on the town. This visit was at a much more respectable hour, and with our children. Sadly, the restaurant is just not the same. At some point they expanded into a less dive-like location. When they abandoned their slighly sketchier surroundings they also abandoned their more authentic dishes like tacos de lengua, fundida de camarones, and their spicy pickled veggies. Their fresh squeezed orange juice was watered down and their papas fritas were mushy. It just made us sad that somehow success had taken away the aspect of the taqueria that we loved most.
So today I'll be getting served by the best, my sweet husband. And what's better- I get to eat in my pajamas!
xo,
Rachel
