Tex-Mex! (or, as close as it gets in Ohio)

For Valentine's Day I decided to take the family out to dinner. Where, was the question. We just haven't found too many places where we can all eat that is nice. You know, that isn't Wendy's, Arby's, or Burger King. Nathan informed me that it was my turn to pick a restaurant, which I am terrible at. If someone asks me where do I want to eat, I almost automatically think Olive Garden because I can't get enough of their salad. 

Nathan wasn't too far off in his offered idea, however. At least, as far as distance goes. There's a Mexican place next to the Olive Garden called Abuelo's. This was our last ditch effort to find a good Mexican place. We've tried quite a few "Mexican" restaurants and they've all been terrible (with the exception of a place in Columbus, it was good, but no fire to the food). Like Luke Skywalker, this was our last hope.

We arrived and had a hard time finding a parking spot, so that was conflicting. It meant people ate there, so it had to be decent (the last place we went had only one other couple eating there and we could tell why), but it also meant that we faced a possible long wait (being Valentine's Day we did try to get out the door as quickly as possible).

We walked in and there were tons of empty tables. I immediately thought, "Great. All the filled parking spaces were for people going to Olive Garden. They know what we didn't--that this place is gross." Apparently, Nathan was too busy noticing the nice atmosphere to realize there were only a few couples there and so he was thinking, "This place has to be good! Look at their nice statues, paintings, decorations. . . ."

We were sat down immediately, unlike all the people at the Olive Garden who probably had a two hour wait ahead of them. Opening up the menu did give me some hope because the food looked really good. I decided to order something big so I'd have left overs for lunch and so I could sample as many of their flavors as possible. Luckily they had an option that let me get four enchiladas, all different kinds. They also offered cheesy potatoes as an option to dry rice. I know, not very Tex-Mex or Mexican, but still, I don't like most Mexican rice and these potatoes did have jalapenos in them, so there.

The spinach enchilada, the guacamole enchilada, and the chili rellenos were SO GOOD! Yummy! The chicken enchilada was ok, but the rest of the meal was fabulous. I think even my parents who have been blessed with not living somewhere where GOOD Mexican is hard to find would have approved.

So yay! We finally found a Mexican place we are willing to go back to. It is a little pricey, but if the alternative is what we've been eating, I'll pay the extra few bucks a plate. we even had the manager come by to ask us how our meal was. He told us they are based in Texas, so all the recipes are Tex-Mex recipes that have been toned down for Ohio tongues. Most people here can't stand spicy, so it's hard to find a good spicy salsa, but this place had one they offered in a tiny cup. Nathan asked for more in a bowl and they brought it out in a container barely bigger than the first. I guess people don't usually ask for more of the spicy salsa.

Yum!

Some Things Just Shouldn't be Homemade

So the other night Nathan and I were chatting before falling asleep, even though we were exhausted, and the subject of sailing around the world came up. It used to come up all the time (Nathan has an obsession) and this was the first time in quite a while so I just let him go with it.

Eventually, as it nearly always does, the topic turned to what we would eat while doing said sailing.

I informed Nathan that I would keep a deep freeze in the boat. Stocked with beef. And some chicken. But mostly beef.

Then Nathan went on to remind me that sailing around the world will take a few years.

That's when I reminded him that we'd get to stop along the way and buy beef. And chicken. But mostly beef.

According to Nathan we'll eat mostly fish. My whole self disagrees with this. My tongue, my teeth, my stomach, my brain, my toes--yeah, pretty much everything.

Then he said something that if I hadn't been laying down in my comfy bed with nice warm blankets on me would have made me go to the bathroom and hurl.

"I could make tuna."

Um, ew. Yes, I will on occasion (like every 6 months) agree to eat tuna, but you see, tuna belongs in a can already cut up and ready for consumption. The idea of homemade tuna from tuna Nathan would catch while we're sailing, is disgusting to me. As I think about it now my mind goes back to the same images it created when he came up with the idea--Nathan taking a fork to a fat fish and shredding it.

Ew. I have to go puke now.