Thank you, Twitter, for the heads up that today is National Haiku Day. Instead of writing one about my lunch, today I’m writing one about a ceiling. (See previous posts about my weird enjoyment of taking photos of ceilings.)
casting light and shadow on
the stories below.
Happy National Haiku Day! Write one in the comments, will ya?
No, really, you guys. If you haven’t had a real fruit cup, you are missing out. And don’t think you can buy a cup at the grocery store, shake on some chili powder and salt and splash it with lime juice from a bottle (though, in a pinch, this way will work.) If you want the REAL experience, you have to go to the fruteria, stand in line under a canopy of shiny papel picado, listen to Tejano music crackling out of some old speakers, order in Spanish (as best you can) and sit on a rusty bench to enjoy your fruit only as fast as you can stab each piece with a little wooden stick.
And while we’re on the subject, I told my friend that his band should have a song about going to the fruteria, and BOOM:
This fruteria, Los Valles, is the best in San Antonio. I took Dianna while she was in town. She loved it.
As I said in Monday’s post, I’m going to eat vegan on weekdays for a while in an attempt to feel less gross and cleanse from the junk I ate all of December. Two days in, I already wanted meat. (This is why I’m allowing it on weekends: If I didn’t have those two days to have whatever I want, I would break, lose control and eat a whole damn cow with a side of chicken and wash it all down with bacon. I know myself.)
So, I wanted meat, but instead I made these tacos that were super tasty and had not a speck of meat or dairy:
Spices and salsa
Top a veggie medley, but…
I’m calling these Stoplight Tacos because of the red, yellow and green bell peppers that make up the bulk of the filling. Those are black beans underneath, and the whole thing’s wrapped in a whole wheat tortilla. YUM!