Today, B made me and D and BB dinner since we’ve had him and his roommates over so often. A (not A-dawg, he’s in Florida) was also in attendance.
On the menu? Fajitas of the beef and chicken variety, guac, and corn salsa!
The beef was barely cooked, like I like it, and the citrus marinade was great. The corn salsa was an AMAZING replica of Chipotle’s corn salsa. I could have eaten it for days. I’ll link to a recipe later.
We munched on taffy from a friend in California for dessert. And we’ll probably make a run for more foods later, since that’s what we do on Fridays.
Pictures to come when I’m not mobile blogging!
…is what I had for dinner last night!
Too hungry, no pictures. (Is that the food blogger’s form of tl;dr?)
(‘too long; didn’t read’ for the uninitiated)
Redneck spaghetti probably goes against everything Italian food stands for. Except deliciousness.
Its politically correct name is “chicken spaghetti”, and the chicken is probably the only redeeming quality as far as health that this dish has. I mean, it’s ingredients include mass amounts of cheddar cheese, noodles, and a can of Rotel. (Please tell me you guys know the wonders of Rotel + Velveeta + ground beef queso? It better not be a Texas thing. The whole world needs to know about this guilty, guilty pleasure.) It’s basically queso with chicken and noodles. And some olives and onion.
And it was served with huge hunks of bread with more cheese melted on top. And I had feta cheese on my salad (like 3 spoonfuls). I’ve definitely got my calcium for the next 5 years…
Anywho, find a recipe and make redneck spaghetti when you’ve been freshly fired or dumped (or you found out that Nora Ephron died, WHAT THE HECK, so sad). It’s Southern comfort food at it’s best.
(For real, my grandmother was talking about how many funerals she’s been to where this was a main attraction.)