By The Wiz
We are having the cake. Thanks again, Jami, for the pic. It’s lemony. I want to eat it, because, hey, TASTY, but diabetes says no. I say yes. I’ll probably end up taking a little extra insulin, and eating a little bit. (I like to pretend those diet tips that say “just have a bite or two, it’s more satifsying anyway” are right, even though I know with every fiber of my being that they’re lying). You should all eat some in honor of my husband, because he’s the greatest guy alive. And if you had eaten the meal he made last night, (and the leftovers today), you would know this, beyond the shadow of a doubt.
He recreated Cafe Rio in our own little home, so people who had heard of Cafe Rio but never eaten there could experience it, and the pork was to die for, as was the tomatillo ranch he made, as was the pico, and the only drawback was that at one point I walked into the kitchen to discover him chopping cilantro, and I almost vomited on the spot. I did run away screaming. I mean, the smell, it permeated. It was nast-ay.
He set aside some of the dressing, rice, and pico without cilantro for me, and then added the devil weed to the rest of it for the people coming over. We sent the cilantro home with one of them, because I won’t have it in my house.
It was better than Cafe Rio, though, and I know this to be true because I am not a huge Cafe Rio fan, and this was divine. I am a huge fan of my husband, though.
So to celebrate his birthday in blog-dom, your assignment is to eat tasty food in his honor, even if it’s not the cake. Because if you know only one thing know about him, it’s that he’s all about the food. Amen.
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