Wednesday, November the Fourteenth: Tell us about the best meal you ever cooked. 

Since I’m not much of a cook, I would have to say the best meal I ever made was a short while after learning how to cook bomb-ass Mexican food.  I did a fair bit of experimenting on my own, messing with spice and garlic levels until my guac was silky smooth perfection, my chicken tinga was the stuff of legends, and I mastered the art of salsa making to the point that angels would weep upon tasting it.  Holy crap, do I need to cook some Mexican food again, and SOON.  What are y’all up to this weekend?  I hope you’re coming to my house to eat a taco.

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My apologies for the late and brief nature of my NaBloPoMo posts.  I’ve been burning through the Harry Potters, and am getting to the really good stuff.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got popcorn to eat, wine to drink, and a boyfriend to cuddle up with…and a Kindle to read.  THE SUSPENSE, IT IS KILLING ME.