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Temps are rising fast..... walk time.
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Waiting on my Beef Enchiladas. Having a cold Miller Lite and chips.
Hey thats a frozen drink LOL
It's fking awesome. When they put lime and salt they don't fk around. It was really cold and good.
That ice cold Miller light looks delicious.
Ground beef or shredded? Call me gringo, I prefer the ground beef......but will eat either.
Bubba
It was.
Shredded.
When I drank beer, the best was with Mexican or bar be que.
That's the way most authentic places are, around here even some of the authentic joints have ground as an option for whettos like me! Most other Mexican dishes I want as original as is possible.
Bubba
I've been studying Rick Baylis Cook books. He goes all in for originality. We have a few authentic places that are combined with a grocery. It is ultra clean and super nice for the hard to find ingredients.
Bubba
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Me, too. No surprises. I hate chewing on something I can't swallow. No graceful way to spit it into a napkin.
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Oh my. I weep snot for you, my brother. To have been cursed to be without appreciation of a fresh, icy oyster... yum, drool... Love 'em.
There's an old video somewhere of Himself walking through foot-deep snow to get to the water's edge, and walking in and disappearing beneath the dark water. <-- TINS.
I was wearing a wetsuit. <-- These things do NOT keep you dry. When you go in the water, it is the same as going in nekkid. The water soaks into the suit, and your bod "warms" it. I was carrying my catch-gear: a burlap bag.
The locale was the Chesapeake Bay. When I got out a ways, I dove down (scuba) to the bottom. The visibility was Zerio. I'd feel around and find and oyster shell, and place it against my dive mask. Then I'd move my head backward, and that would give me a view as to whether the shell was a live oyster or not.
A funny bit happened on this, my coldest ever dive (with Herself and my two little kids in the car with the heater on).
I was only taking really large oysters, as the minimum size was 5". And you needed no license at all if you swam out and picked them up by hand (it was February). <-- TINS (If you were that crazy, no limit.)
When I got low on air, I headed back to shore and dragged my burlap bag fulla oysters with me... right into the path of a Fish Cop. He was looking at me like I was dragging a bag of blasting caps.
"You were really out there, swimming. I saw you." <-- It was a strange accusation.
"Um. Yup." My lips were totally numb.
So the Fish Cop starts reaching into my bag of oysters, and stops short, with a "What the hell?" look on his face.
"These are huge! Why did you work so hard to get these monsters? Most of them are more than seven inches long!"
Me: "Well, I couldn't measure them in total blindness, so I just made sure I met the five-inch minimum size."
Fish Cop: "My hat is off to you. Swimming in ice water, and taking only monsters. The minimum legal size is THREE inches!"
Back at home, one oyster had meat that was five inches long. We took a pic of that one opened.
