I’ll confess right up front that the only cooking I did all weekend were my bowls of oatmeal for breakfast on Saturday and Sunday. I can’t give you any kitchen tips or tricks about that since my oatmeal cooking method is pretty boring – 1/2 cup oats, 1 cup of water in a bowl, into the microwave for one minute. I don’t think that’s cooking at all. It’s not even good oatmeal. It becomes okay once you add the milk, the walnuts and the honey toppings. But nobody would mistake that for cooking.
Despite the lack of energy expended in the kitchen, the important thing is that I did eat. And eating is what this blog is really all about. And drinking. Which is really the point of the post today.
On Friday evening Joe and I went out with some friends for drinks, appetizers and dinner. My dinner selection were the Honey Chicken Sriracha tacos you see above. They were really just right. A little sweet, a little spicy, and just enough food with one extra to spare after the appetizers. And cocktails.
I ordered my first Moscow Mule, which has been on my brain to try ever since my high school reunion a few weeks ago where everyone was talking about this drink. I guess it’s the new trend because the server didn’t even blink when I ordered it. She simply informed me that it was made with tequila instead of the customary vodka, but since I was ordering it with my tequila drinking pal Susan, that was the perfect substitute for our usual Tequila gimlet. It was good and refreshing with a not-too-sweet ginger flavor, making it perfect for the summer season. So perfect we ordered seconds. Cheers.
The next evening we went to dinner with both girls(!) to one of our favorite, family-owned Mexican restaurants where they make these giant bowls of guacamole for an appetizer. If you like guac, this is the guac to get. Really. With or without chips, but chips never hurt.
This place also makes really good fresh margaritas, one of my favorite, all-time drinks. Once I discovered this cocktail could be made without that sour mix, that’s the only way I’ll drink it. It’s never too sweet or sour – just right.
I guess this post should have been called the weekend of tequila. And I guess I need to eat out more often to discover an rediscover old and new favorites.