But It Was Too Late, She's Come Undone...

 

I didn't see the wall coming.  I had every intention of serving my time at the women's prison.  I mean of going to work.  Sure it was a holiday but in retail that only means you're definitely working.  Sure P had a three day weekend and I was green with envy as I rode in the bitter cold in the wee hours of the morning on Sunday while he lay sleeping.  But I had accepted my fate.

But Monday brought more snow just in time for the morning commute. The day before brought..oh, musta been a million screaming kids guessing by the volume they reached and yelling angry customers, while crappy pop music played overhead like the soundtrack to a bad 80's movie. I brought an overload of hormones to the mix along with a stinky disposition. I came home from work a spent, limp lifeless shell in bad fitting skinny jeans.

Upon waking, I deduced the totality of the entire mix of events could only mean one thing - personal day.    I clearly was in no shape to converse with humans.  I had hit a wall.  I had come undone.

After I released myself from my 7.5 hour sentence by calling out, I realized the snow was actually quite beautiful and I was able to have a few laughs and rustle up some breakfast for me and the Pnut.  It turns out the wall was my friend.

Weather...you like it or not

Its hard to truly describe just how much snow is out there. It seems a bit out of place at this point. Today is not that cold and the sidewalks are almost clear but yet there it is, in huge mounds on every street and corner. Some cars are completely buried still while other folks have entirely shoveled out their spot down to the blacktop. Kinda weird lookin'.

We're probably going through some storm withdrawal because people seemed almost disappointed in the lack of accumulation today. Or was that just me?
We delayed departure until our stomachs took over and did a stroll around the corner to our favorite breakfast spot, Pequena. http://www.pequenarestaurant.com

Usually I get the Chilaquiles Verdes - fried tortilla strips with chicken, topped with cheese in salsa verde. The green sauce is smack dab on the money and if you top it with two fried eggs, its almost too much food, which is almost impossible for me. There is something a little strange about eating chicken and eggs together on a plate but not here. Here there is something just right about it. They perfected this dish. When the egg yolk breaks and mixes with the green sauce and you get a bite of that cheese laden and verde soaked chip.....oh honey. The first bite sets off what I can only describe as multiple non-sexual oral joygasms.


This time around though we both got the Meat Omelet - chorizo or bacon with mushrooms and cheese, served with toast and potatoes. The potatoes have lots of red bell peppers and onions, almost taste like Yucca and are more yellow in color - really good, not at all oily. The omelet is light but also has that great seasoned grilled taste. They must then put it under a broiler of sorts to melt all that Oaxacan cheese. Plenty of buttered toast to go along side and it all works together until the last bite. Every mouthful has flavor, not like some omelets you get when you feel like you're eating a giant egg mattress. The meat is evenly distributed so that you get a nice chunk or chorizo in every bite. It was great.
We love this spot too. I big step up from Academy Diner but they all have their place. The waitress is super friendly and its tiny in there, reminds me of being in a little mexican dollhouse.

When I'm awfully low, And the World is Cold, I Will Feel Aglow Just Thinking of You and The Way You Look Tonight

It was a long trip to Wednesday this week. More snow and then more snow and then more snow in the forecast. I made a goofy attempt at riding home after more freshly fallen sleet and fell smack down in the slushy road right in front of work. Not cool. It's weird because when you fall off your bike the series of events, how you fell and what actually got slammed around is super fuzzy. I'm not even sure why I fell so hard because I just turned the corner but somehow my knee and my face hurt at the end of it. The whole side of my body was wet so I slinked back and locked my bike before boarding the nearby bus in shame and hoped no one noticed. And like everyday here in Brooklyn, no one did notice me. Sniff sniff.

But thus is life after 40 in this town. Sigh. It's good though, it breeds humility and humbleness.




Thank goodness for chili con carne when you're feelin' all cold and a little needy! This is the working man's stew. Ground beef, roasted veggies, two kinds of beans. Am I right or am I right? It is all the attention I need tonight.

I got the fresh tomatillos, cilantro, green and red bell peppers, the biggest jalapenos from the market on the way home. I commenced to roast some and saute the others with some onion and garlic.

I browned the ground beef, added my special homemade chili powder and spices let that get all romantic with the vegetables before adding my beans, pinto and black and whole roma tomatoes.

A little thing I do at the end because P likes his chili thick is I add a bit of fine corn meal as a thickener and also a nice flavor boost.



Woke up today, my day off, to more snow but I know that I have that big pot waiting for me and the sun is coming out and nothing sucks at the moment.