We’re deprived. Very very deprived. No Chipotle, no taco sauce… “tortilla chips” means that you go to the store and buy overpriced “nature flavor” Doritos in a bag that is way too small to satisfy any kind of Mexican food urge.
But then, Erin’s mom took matters into her own hands. She went to Trader Joe’s and purchased 1) tortillas and 2) beans. Sheer magic in Ziplocs and aluminum containers.
Fast forward 10 days, and the package has arrived in Bordeaux. This leads us to a frenzy of shopping for chicken, peppers, Tabasco sauce, and avocados. I proceed to make the most amazing guacamole ever, and we compliment the lemony-avocadoy goodness with chicken fajitas… and a bottle of Bacardi (before dinner), a bottle of wine (during dinner), and a bottle of Mint Chocolate Bailey’s (after dinner). Add in some drunk Skyping and the Miss France competition (brought to you courtesy of TF1), and you have yourselves a house party.
Needless to say, it was quite fun and enjoyable, and we all had a good time. I probably could have used a little more water and some Advil, but all in all, the six of us (who I shall not name to protect their dignity) were thoroughly ridiculous, loud, and obnoxious… and had a ton of fun. Nights like this just reinforce how great the life Bordelaise is, even if there is only one meal of Mexican food every four months… first stop when I get back to California? Someplace where they’ll serve me a really big burrito.
1 comment:
Great post!! We need to hear more about nights like these!!!
See you in a few weeks.
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