My house looks nothing like this. Yeah, no swing in the living room. Also, how is everyone SO RICH on Pinterest?! Let’s have a convo about THAT.
The internet totally has the ability to make you feel like the awkward and friendless freshman on the first day of school. ANXIETY. Yea, the internet gives me anxiety sometimes. The internet isn’t real life. If I shared real real life on this blog, you probably wouldn’t read. Lots of procrastinating. Lots of checking email/answering email. Lots of bowls of cereal.
Most of my normal life is very un-Pinterest worthy, you know?! Yours probably is too. Let’s be friends!
I wasn’t going to post it because, well, it might be the ugliest soup I’ve ever made. I usually like to share things that are pretty/cute/delicious. Not today, my friends!! Today I’m hurling nutritious, humble and necessary (for me anyway) your way.
My head is stuffed up, my nose is clogged, and my ears hurt (hello ear ache!). Yeah, I’m sick. UGH!
Growing up this is the soup my mama would make me to make things all better. So, this post comes straight from her mama heart through me. JUST like that scene at the end of Ghost, you know? When Whoopi let’s Patrick Swayze take over her body so Demi can get her last dance. JUST like that. So, basically this is my mom giving you this recipe (through me). Weird, right?
I know what you want. You want something Mexican, and cheesy with salsa…maybe something that’s even sprinkled with cotija cheese and avocado…
But I don’t have that. I’ve got nothing of the sorts. I had plans to do this, I swear. But something happened. A heat wave came ploughing through LA with 90-degree temperatures, and all I had the desire to do was to drink like, everything in the world. Not alcohol-wise, but like, lemonade, iced coffee, limeade, watermelon raspberry slushies, etc.
I did have a plan, though–it involved lots of shredded pork, a fried tortilla and lots of cotija cheese. I didn’t make that, obvi. It was too hot. I’m sweating now just thinking about standing over a hot stove with even hotter oil.
LA is notorious for fabulous 70 degree weather year around, but this week the weather gods decided to strike us with blistering 105 degree temperatures, which has put much of the valley up in flames. With smokey cloudy air and sweltering temperatures, the last thing on earth I feel like doing is turning on a stove or, gosh forbid, an oven; really the only effort I feel like exerting is trying to find a creative way to keep cool.