I have some tiddlywinks for you.
Watch Super 8. Call me juvenile but the script knocked my socks off.
Read Salt, Sugar, Fat. Very well written and full of need-to-know information. By the time I reached Page 6, I determined no taste bud would be the ruler of me. And then I reached for the bag of pastel-colored leftover Easter M&Ms. Tomorrow’s another day.
Even if California is punching me in the face with allergies, the wildflowers are beaaaautiful right now. Worth a stroll up face-punch mountain.
My current Guilty pleasure. Pssssh My name is Julia and I’ll be your tour guide through ADD-ville today Pssssh.
You just learned so much about me.
And here’s where I get all Shakira La Tortura-style with barbecue sauce instead of paint.
As if barbecue pulled pork isn’t delicious enough on its own, does it really need to get cozy and secure in a tortilla, anchovied in to a casserole dish, smothered with barbecue sauce and adorned with cheese? In a word, yes.
My honey punkin sugar pop swore up and down that there was no way bbq pulled pork enchiladas would turn out well, bless his doubtful soul. No sooner looked but they loved. When tortilla meets bbq, balance is achieved in the universe and I’m pretty sure there are ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics that say the same thing. I’m not one to boast but this one’s a bell ringer.
Barbecue. Pork. Crock pot. Tortillas. Cheese. You have the information you need. Now go forth, put on your Jetsons water wings and float down the river of easy peasy lemon squeezy.