Yesterday, our morning began with every school district in the area (except mine) running on a two-hour delay because we had this crazy, big, wet March snow that clung to trees and power lines, making everything look like a beautiful cartoon. It covered the playground at 10:00, but was completely gone by 11:30. Ben hates delays because they interfere with his regular schedule. Personally, I’d love to sleep in, if sleep were a thing that happened for me anymore. It doesn’t. If you are young and reading this, get back to me in a few years.
Ben and I agreed to make something Mexican-ish. Not surprisingly, Ben envisioned steak you could brand and wrap in the comforting blanket of a tortilla (cows in a blanket?) I envisioned spending less than an hour on dinner. We give you quesaritos – when a quesadilla just isn’t enough but a burrito sounds like too much work.