cheater bbq. you heard it here first. but it’s about to become a movement.
i was going to say the ‘fuckin’ house’ but i’m still not bold enough to slip that into the title.
ok, so… i know, i know, it’s a bit of of a let down. you come looking for michelle and you get me. i’m incredibly sorry in advance but i’m only apologizing once. so suck it up and read on, my fellow TNS admirers, because we’ve got a smackdown to tend to.
I have gone mildly insane again.* Thus, rather than cook an inexpensive meal tonight, I was forced to go to José Tejas (known to Massachusetts readers as The Border Café) and consume a “Gulf Coast Seafood Enchilada,” a mixture of teeny-tiny shrimp and crawfish wrapped up in flour tortillas and covered with a creamy, cheesy poblano sauce.
They did not cure my insanity, but god help me if they weren’t FRIGGING DELICIOUS. Also $6.99. Why thank you, sir, I enjoy those apples a great deal.
*If you do not care to read about insanity, skip directly to the end of the post for further instruction.
Groan! I know, I know. But it HAD TO BE SAID.
We’ve got some new players, some old players, one big winner and a whole lotta orange. Let’s get cracking!