Strange things are happening again.
If strange things happen often enough in one family do they cease to be strange?
Steve and I made homemade Ginger Ale on Sunday.
I got the recipe from an issue of Vegetarian Times because my husband somehow accidentally got me a subscription to said magazine.
I love meat.
Once, when I was about 11, I went to my Great-Grandparent’s house and my Grandpa Dunn had a whole closet full of bottles of Ginger Beer. It was the most magical delicious concoction I had ever met, and I have been pursuing the flavor ever since.
This doesn’t taste like that did, but its pretty good.
And it has just enough ginger anti-tummyache quality to counteract the tummyache causing carbonation!
In other news, Steve made dinner for me.
We didn’t get to eat it together because our work schedules don’t permit us to look upon each other, but I’m not bitter.
He called me to tell me he made a casserole with the beans I had leftover from lunch.
He named it “Mexican Stomach.”
When asked why he named it that, he told me that it was made out of things you would find in a Mexican’s stomach. Of course.
Rice, beans, lime juice, cheese, chili powder, and chicken.
Yup, I’m willing to bet you could find those things in a Mexican’s stomach.
They are also in my stomach. It was delicious, and I enjoyed it very much.
What weird things are you making?