I have been hiding under the bed again only coming out to fix things and not much of that. Mostly because I'm not dealing well in social contact with my fellow man.
Delicious. I like the contrast of the cold frijoles on bottom hot chili in the middle and cold salsa on top. Don't come looking for any 'cause there is none left.
Now for the eggs.
It's back under the bed for me. It's too hot outside for my old bones. I have a stack of books and an internet connection. The fleas and their walking buffets have the yard. The tomatoes are about finished, the chilies love the heat, the spices are in the shade and everything else failed. I don't care.