I look in the freezer. The marinating skirt steak calls my name. Right now while I have the freezer space I buy meat at Costco, individually wrap it in "press and seal", then I put all the portions in a gallon freezer bag and identify it by cut and date. Anything I am motivated to make a marinade for gets zip locked in it's "bath of yumminess" so all I have to do is pop it out of the freezer and let it thaw in the fridge overnight and bam, it's ready to cook.This marinade wasn't my favorite marinade but it was acceptable. AND as if you don't have enough of an imagination to figure out what that looks like, I took a picture since I have not mastered the timing of cooking with being able to determine what I "need" a picture of for my blog...and since I took it an uploaded it, you get to suffer through obnoxious amounts of stupid photos. (Hence the picture of burning coals too).
A year ago I wouldn't have even considered fajitas without the tortilla (blasphemy I'd say!) but I haven't even entertained the idea of making gf ones so tonight I go commando on the wrapping. If and when I find the motivation to try and make some, I'm sure you'll hear about it. I won't
Again, I kinda failed on my idea of excellent presentation but oh well. My belly won't care. I couldn't help but to top it off with salsa and a side of sour cream. I guess if I was a real party girl I would have taken the time to make some kinda of pretty mixed drink but tonight, milk sounds great. It was also a precursor for dessert. My old standby and author of my last 10 pounds, the gf chocolate chip cookie.
One day I'll do a "feature" article on my love affair with them. But for now, we are on the down low...yeah, right. Well, the budda is full, the dishes are done, my girl is home and Netflix is callin my name. I'm outta here. Cheer-eee-oh!