Last weekend, on Father’s Day, the hubz was feeling sick. Poor thing. it started on Saturday and he slept in on Sunday–til 1 pm. While he was ailing, I thought I would make him a fantastic Father’s Day dinner. I started the charcoal grill like he had told me in the past. The chicken was already marinated from the day before. As soon as the grill was ready, I put the chicken on and let it go.
I quickly learned that grilling is an entirely different form of cooking. Chicken in the oven is so easy! Stick it in, wait 45 minutes or so, and then pull it out and voila! Chicken! Grilling, however, takes attention. And to be completely honest, time for attention to chicken and grilling is not something I have what with 3 little children swarming me, ready to eat, their mouths open and watering from the sweet smell of chicken cooking, err, ummm, burning. I. Am. Not. A. Griller.
Off to Chuy’s we go (and can I scream to the roof tops how super excited I am that we finally have a Chuy’s in our neck of the woods?! Mmmmmm that creamy jalepeno dip, those delish refreshing margaritas and not to mention the fantastic flare that adorns the walls, ceilings and floors–a photographer’s dream!!).
I’m not gonna lie. I love food. I love food that reminds me of childhood. Food that reminds me of places. I love food that reminds me of people. I am not a picky eater. I love finding new hole in the wall dives that may look a bit shady. Usually those are the best, the most authentic.
So what are some of your favorite places around town? Tell me! I love trying new things, new tastes.
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