SO….I had an amazing dinner last night of Paprika Spiced Salmon with oven roasted potatoes and sauteed kale with almonds and Parmesan cheese. I again screwed up by opening and chopping the wrong knick knack bag for my salmon. It was an easy fix and I was able to salvage my dinner for last night, and keep all the ingredients for the dinner tonight. No, my screw up last night isn’t what had me in a tizzy. IT WAS THE AVOCADOS!!!
The office staff here where I work will rarely include the art room in on their little potluck meals. But we have a new guy working in the office and came through our art room and invited us to enjoy some of his nachos that he was bringing for Cinco De Mayo. I thought that was nice and I extended the gesture by offering to bring guacamole.
I was exhausted from a shitty day at work, almost fucked up dinner entirely (for not one but two meals), explaining that mommy needs to write to my son and that him and his friend need to play outside and not on the gaming system and asked my loving husband to run to the store for me to get the ingredients that were necessary for my famous guacamole. I fell asleep after having my 3rd cup of sleepy time tea (it was a multiple cup night) and wasn’t awake when he got home. I wished I had gone to the store with him.
I woke up early this morning preparing myself to make dip and seen these BRIGHT green avocados. ‘FUCK ME’ was immediately running through my head. I immediately went in to survival mode running out of the house and driving to the other end of town because that is where our only store is located to purchase anything food/grocery wise. I knew at 5:30 am that the store would be dead and the self checkouts open giving me the chance to not interact with the public. I had an hour to get the shopping done, dip made, coffee bought (already no time available to make my FAV Dublin breakfast tea or coffee), and to work with an updated iPod of podcasts. Got to the store all those damn little avocados were all green and hard a rock. I planned a chicken fajita queso dip in my head imagining all the ingredients and where to get them so I could quickly escape the store. With no recipe to follow, crock pot at home, I was able to get to work in time and the only effort I had to do was open a can, dice cheese, dump and RUN!
I made it to work, dip is warming up and the only added stress through the door is my art room partner called in a vacation day. So my work load has doubled.
RECIPE FOR (FUCK I NEED TO BRING SOMETHING) CHICKEN FAJITA QUESO: