By the time my sister Em lays eyes on this, I swear I'm gonna hear her "GOD! IDIOT!" all the way from Hartford. My sister's forgetfulness is like a super power to me. A friendly, giving, high carb, high fat, high tasty super power. Honestly, can YOUR sister feed you dinner from across state lines?
Once again, I am eating her (or her husband's) leftovers that they left in my fridge in their rush to make their getaway.
Alright, I'll admit it - at first blush this don't look like much. You might be thinking something along the lines of, "a heaping plateful of mush bearing a striking resemblance to my dog's wet dog food." I bet you might be thinking that. But let me tell you, this is quite possibly one of the most perfect combinations of food I've met in awhile. (And let me say, "Helllllllo, Sailah.")
I give you,.... The PAPA TACO!
(from Salsa's in Southie)
Chicken, chucks of potato, bacon, sour cream, cheese, wrapped and heated in foil to seal the flavor and served with pica de gallo and rice. No idea how this qualifies as a "Mexican" dish (sounds kinda white bread to me) but God love 'em for inventing this gem. It is for the Papa Taco that my pants have become snug. I am sure of it. (No really, I eat this about once a week.) Is it weird I've contemplated bathing in it?
The last time I was the beneficiary of their forgetfulness, it was ribs that Em's husband left. Ribs from the heaven sent, incomparable Texas Roadhouse. I have so much love in my heart for The Texas Roadhouse that I have seriously thought about having my wedding reception there. And this FoodMecca stands solo in the middle of a parking lot that also supports a Super Target, Home Depot and Old Navy (in other words, could it BE more perfect for me??). Anyway, the food is awesome. The ribs alone... well, let's just say I have suggested to my buddy Dan to go there for the ribs as they are a "Things One Must Do Before One Kicks" quality. He mumbled something to the affect of Jewish people not being really keen on pork. I suggested he convert, if only for a day. I mean, doesn't his God want him to be happy? Why deny him the ribs from Texas Roadhouse experience??? WHY?? I mean, that's gotta be the saddest thing I have ever heard. Poor, poor Jewish people.
Also? They put bacon in the green beans. BACON IN THE GREEN BEANS.
These are my kind of people.
It reads, "Emily's not Jennifer's. No matter what she says."