You know why I love being a grownup? Because I can choose to sit outside by the fahr with my husband, eat dinner, then come in and putz with my blog instead of cleaning the kitchen, which I know I SHOULD do, because no one is standing over me saying "You have to clean the kitchen before you go do your blog." Which, if I did, would put me that much closer to bedtime, and you poor people would miss out on my chili and quesadilla recipes! So there you go.
I'm going to have to be seriously creative on dinner blogging tonight, because you know good and well I don't have any damned pictures.
It's cold as (insert your personal metaphor here). I'm kind of partial to "a well-digger's @$$", but you use what you like. Anyway, for here, it's cold. The temperature is dropping steadily, and it's supposed to dip into the 20s. Hey, that's COLD here. We're beach people! So I decided I was feeling kind of chili-like tonight, and I didn't feel like Wych Fowler's, so I did my own.