I had a friend visit! She is a little old for me, but that's OK. She's a Chihuahua Cooger. Chi-oo-ger? Chi-ger? I don't know. Shut the fuck up. Roll highlights!
It snowed. I made carrot cupcakes. I got drunk and played Wii with my biffle, while hanging with two Chihuahuas. I drew fake tattoos all over my roommate in Sharpie to accommodate his Hipster Halloween getup. I cleaned my kitchen. Life is good.
In true masochistic fashion, I always tend to go grocery shopping on Sundays.
Grocery shopping, at Stop & Shop in the South Bay Center.
The South Bay Center, also known as the epicenter of the Dorchester economy.
On Sundays.
The day every other person and literally their mother decide to crowd the narrow aisles, loose track of their children, yell loudly into cell phones, and debate for moments on end if saving seven cents is worth purchasing a different brand Fake Cheez Product than the one their child demands every vegetable is smothered in.
Ah, yes.
Sundays at Stop and Shop.
But anyway.
When I grabbed some stew meat on Sunday, I had plans for it to be a slow-cooker meal; to get tossed in with several other things I knew I'd have on hand. But of course, it's been a boozey week, and doing any sort of slow-cooker prep in the morning, especially wielding a blade, was a bad idea. So last night, I took whatever was left from the week (within reason), and threw it all in a pot to make some deeeee-licious beef stew. It's not much of a recipe, but here you go:
Every once in a great while, the gods of love and weekends and beer all get together and say, "let's give Allie's Boyfriend a Saturday off!" Entirely. Also, "let's not make him go back to manage the bar until 5PM on Sunday!"
And when that happens, we don't want to let down the love-weekend-beer gods (who would?), so we do our best to appease them. This Saturday, it included a food truck festival that happened to be at a horse track, so we were able to check off both the "unnecessary gambling" and "eat till you hate yourself" boxes in one trip!
For a brief rant, I would just like to say that I hate waiting in line. Furthermore, I hate waiting in line for over 45 minutes to order food at a food truck festival and then waiting an additional 30 minutes for the food to actually make its way to my pie hole. But I digress. All the trucks were busy, so we opted to wait it out for Lobsta Love.
