- Taxes :: Death.
- Deter :: Avoid
- Regret :: Nothing.
- Consume :: Everything.
- 1600 :: Calories/day.
- Retire :: Yay!
- Console :: TV.
- Property :: taxes.
- Return :: Of The Vampire. Where did that come from?
- Laughter :: Best Medicine.
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One night we had enchiladas. I always make these when Elder Son is home. It is his favorite meal (except for possibly a humungous steak). We even had them for Thanksgiving for a year or two. They also make great leftovers, easily nuked. Our leftovers were gone the next day.
My homemade sauce, from this cookbook.
Assembling the enchiladas: refried beans, shredded cojack cheese, some leftover sauteed peppers and onions
from last Sunday night's fajitas at Taco Loca.
Both sons were here, Elder from late Saturday until Saturday afternoon, Younger from Thursday 'til today. What fun to have all four of us around the table again! No photos of that, as I was struck by camnesia and too busy talking and laughing (and drinking wine, spoh-dee-oh-dee). Tomorrow is Elder's birthday; his gift was new tires and speakers for his car, plus their installation (and extensive repairs to the radio so that now he can listen to his iPod shuffle through it). And Younger Son (= mechanically inclined) checked and topped up all the fluid levels for him (ES = almost completely incompetent with physical objects).
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