I’m starting 2013 with no resolutions. I break them anyway, and I don’t need anything else to make me feel inadequate. I’ll simply continue living my life, living the dream, living la vida loca. I’m so far on the wild side right now that I am munching on Doritos. Doritos are the devil’s work. How did this bag even get into my pantry?! Some moon phase madness must have made me reach for the bag. It had been opened so I figured I’d reach in for a taste. Truth be told, I haven’t had a Dorito since my last Jimmy Buffett concert in Alpine Valley, Wisconsin. So here I sit, in all my pajamaed glory, eating a handful of Doritos.
So not worth the calories (or the atrocious monster fart bad breath). I’m reaching for a sea salt caramel instead.
This ridiculous stream of consciousness must be Dorito-induced. I haven’t even been drinking. I swear.
I’d like to amend what I first wrote in this post. I do have a resolution after all. I resolve to not eat Doritos.
I’m going to celebrate the first weekend of 2013 with some spice in my life that wasn’t manufactured in a facility with peanuts and chemicals I can’t pronounce. I’m going to straddle the world of spicy and sour with a little sipping tequila.
It’s Getting Hot in Here
2 ounces g00d quality tequila (Patron, anyone?)
1 tablespoon juice from pickled habaneros (Pickle them yourself if you are so inclined!)
lime wedge
Pour tequila into a rocks glass filled with just a tish of ice. Add pickled habanero juice. Squeeze lime into drink and plop it in. Whirl the glass so the ice clinks around. Grab a cocktail napkin in case you need to dab your brow.
Cheers to 2013!