Travels in the South

Everyone should have that one great Mexican restaurant that they always have on their ‘go to’ list when nothing else sounds good for dinner.  You know what I mean.  There is always the constant, “Where do you want to eat”, conversation going on here at the Hotel Thompson.  It’s daily and it always ends with, “It doesn’t matter.  Whatever you want.”  I piggy swear that sometimes they need to write all of the local restaurants down on pieces of paper, fold them and put them in a box.  When these nights come up about where do you want to eat, randomly pick a piece of paper out of said box – problem solved.

This was one of those nights where mom/dad just automatically skipped the conversation and went straight to their stand by of Mexican food.  It’s a no brainer.  They don’t even have to decide what to order because they always get the same thing and split the meal.  What is it you ask?

This wonderful meal is called Tacos De Alambre.  It’s made with flour tortillas, grilled steak, onions and bell peppers.  Mom also gets her Tacos De Alambre topped with Chihuahua cheese.  This is a great Mexican melty yummy cheese.  Can you say delicious?

 

Ramblings from a Pig

Snorts my friends.  Let’s just call today rambling pig day.  I have lots of things to ponder and talk about.  I’ll try not to boar you – snorts with piggy laughter.  Just want to express some things that I have thought about or happened to me in the past couple of weeks.

For instance.  The other day I went up the street to Nana’s.  There was a house full of humans and anipals there.  We were all gathered around talking, eating and laughing.  I didn’t think anyone would hear so I farted.  Hey, don’t frown.  Mom always tells me it’s better out than in.  Unfortunately, it was loud.  Four people turned around and looked me.  For a minute there, I thought I was on the television show The Voice and I was winning.  Mom just laughed at it and told me it was okay.

Also one day, mom kept telling daddy she was going to fix my favorite for dinner – fish taco’s.  Daddy kept getting this disgusted look on his face and looking at mom like she had finally stepped over the fine line of insanity.  She kept telling daddy I was going to absolutely LOVE her fish tacos, going on and on about them.  And you know what?  She was right.  I do LOVE her fish tacos.  What’s not to like huh?