she asked for brains.
Tad’s Bodacious Burritos
Being a mildly lactose intolerant vegetarian at a State Fair is tough, vegan even tougher, but for the past several years we have been lucky enough to enjoy as our main meal of the day these Spinach & Black Bean Burritos (hold the cheese & ranch sauce) from Tad’s Bodacious Burritos, located on the median by the livestock arena. I will admit that I delve into the dairy at the state fair, I also have a soda or two, things that I don’t do often, but cheese is one of my biggest enemies and for some reason desserts are kind to me, maybe it’s psychological, needless to say, I followed my vegan(-ish, I hesitate to call anything at the state fair truly vegan, if you’re particularly strict about it at all) burrito up with a very not vegan caramel apple.
Photo by my husband, Shaun.
Because it’s a school night, and the hours are quite short, we always leave before the pageant ends, and don’t see who won until the following year. Such suspense!
We’ll return to the fair on Saturday because there’s so much to do, see and eat (onion blossoms, apple fritters, and funnel cake are on my list, as well as another burrito) that we could not possibly fit it into one short evening. Saturday has another of my favorite attractions, the sugar art show. We get to stand in a long and confusing line and look at practically inedible delights!
The lack of housework as a result of death in the family lament.
It’s more in my head than anything else. 2nd load of laundry in the dryer right now, stuff strewn about BUT in an aspect of tidying (pulling the room out to the middle, putting it all back, preparing to put up the halloween decor) the dishes are clean, and I cook dinner, as an affair, 4 or 5 nights a week.
I’m focusing on food in the sink right now. It has its own little following.
Shaun and I went for a bike ride today. It was my first time out on the town, which is a very different experience from country roads. Smoother, yes, but my childhood route only took me through one stop sign. The stop-starting and general jelly-like quality of my limbs made for quite a workout. We eventually made it to the bike trail and rode a very short part of it. I could tell that I wouldn’t be able to go for very much longer, and I was right. The ride home was uphill & we stopped near the bottom of it. Sitting down on the curb my legs gave out. I caught my breath and admired Shaun’s friendly mutton chops. We decided to walk the bikes home from there. I collapsed on the living room rug and Shaun brought me tea. He was completely unperturbed by the ride, which was rather rude of him.
I made Pecos Bill style veggie burgers and fries for dinner when I recovered and we sat on the floor and ate them, because it seemed like a day for having dinner on the floor.
We have a couple of pitiful azalea plants by our front porch. The first year we lived here, they didn’t even bloom. One of them always gets choked by grass that I can’t seem to keep out of it, but it blooms pretty well anyway (the middle of it is full of grass and blooms, I can hardly pull the grass out without harming the flowers). The other one is clear of such obstructions, but barely blooms at all. They hardly get any sun. They never get any bigger. They seem to do better every year, though, so I suppose it could have been the years of neglect in regards to weeding that they had when no one lived here. It would be an awesome spot to have giant azalea bushes if they did well. As it is, it looks pretty pathetic.
We also figured out the culprit for our bushes in the front uprooting themselves. I’ve been replanting them for about 6 months every time I find one lying on it’s side, and they have kept alive as long as I got them back in the ground. Something is chewing their roots off. I have given up. I want to move the ones that have never been uprooted somewhere else and plant something else there and see how that goes.
Shaun worries that we’re becoming dependent upon coffee. He voiced this concern while we were returning from a rather long walk around town. When he had offered to make me a delicious chocolatey coffee beverage I agreed on the terms that we pour it into our plastic pumpkin cups and take it for a walk. Was I feeling deliriously happy because of the caffeine, was it the walk, the company, the rocks we picked up by the abandoned, burnt out caboose in the railyard, the breeze, the sunset, the older woman riding a cherry red bicycle with a humongous basket on the front or was it all of the above? When life is this good, does it really matter why?