I came home last night in the middle of a freak snowstorm, but didn’t care because I knew a quick stop at Wegman’s would be worth the slushy bullshit I’d have to drive through later just to get home. I wanted tacos, and no amount of snow was gonna stop that from happening. You already know how I feel about tacos. They’re my little pieces of heaven in a cruel and cold dog-eat-dog world. Tacos…are everything.
I’ve been craving this dip for a while. And in this world, when you want something — you get it. So I got it, and the gettin’ was so good.
Happy New Year! I just got back from Houston yesterday, and I didn’t realize how much I missed my kitchen for the 2 days I was away. It was about the only thing I missed aside from my dog, I’ll admit. I had a blast in Houston kickin’ it with my homegirls who are all equally in love with Big K.R.I.T. We partied and rang in the new year with him and it was everything. But I came back, and after catching up on some sleep, I woke up needing to make a stack of buttery pancakes.