here fishy fishy
I had to postpone plans for the crusted pork roast tonight because I don’t think Jeremy can taste anything. He certainly couldn’t smell any of the shampoos I was choosing among at the store. Although he seemed to enjoy the aged Irish cheddar at Whole Foods I made him sample. And since I hadn’t tried a diet soda in about ten years when I thought it tasted like crap, I tried one today – and reconfirmed that it tastes like crap. UGH! That stuff is so disgusting. It makes me want to take a papertowel and wipe my tongue. Dinner was fish tacos. Mmmm how I love cabbage, lime, corn, and battered fish. I used to make my own beer-battered fish (grouper is excellent) for fish tacos, but these days I find seafood in Boulder to be prohibitively expensive at the one place I dare to buy it from: Whole Paycheck Foods.
talk about missing california food…
