No matter what my house always has eggs, tortillas, salsa, and mexican rice. I had these for lunch btw. They were completely delicious. I’d like to learn how to make soyrizo. I know you can buy it in stores, but I’m trying to make things from scratch. 

1 leaf romain lettuce, shredded 

1/2 diced tomato

1/4 cup sharp cheddar cheese, grated

1 large egg

2 medium sized tortillas

1 tablespoon butter

Salt 

Pepper

1/3 Cup Herdez Green Salsa (Is this salsa looser than it used to be? … smh) 

Fistful of tortilla chips (or some bits, like I have here lol) 

First I buttered my skillet with half a tblspn of butter. I warmed it up for about 6 minutes and that made the process go a lot faster. 

Scramble the one large egg. Everything is super bite sized so make sure your egg is scrambled into smaller pieces. Season to taste with salt and pepper. (I hate it when theres no balance in things. Like sauce to noodle ratio, or you take a bite of something and its all one thing) 

Set egg aside. 

Fry Butter skillet again. Lay tortillas flat for about 5-6 minutes on medium heat. You dont wanna over, do it here cause this is the inside of the taco.

Shred n’ Dice Meanwhile, back on the plate—shred your lettuce, dice your tomato and grate your cheese. I seasoned my tomato with salt and pepper and tossed that with my hands. 

Fill Gentlyplace half of the contents on each tortilla in a vertical line. To ensure you get a little of everything on each bite. 

Fold Turn fire off. Hold each tortilla down and Be sure the shells harden in this shape as they cook. Turning the fire off insures they dont burn. Your skillet should be poppin’ hot by now though. 

Serve with salsa & chips. These chips… the struggle… lol

nostalgicwiththestateofmind:

I could write a 15+ page essay breaking down both of those albums.  You can’t even give those 5 stars or 10/10.  That’s a ranking beyond measurement.  So many jewels were dropped lyrically.  From Erykah dropping crazy knowledge on “On and On” and Lauryn spilling her heart out on “Ex-Factor”.

I often ask my mother how she knew she was in love with my father. “I just knew” she replies. “Like putting on your favorite pair of shoes.” 

I did not fall into love. I was entirely conscious of it the whole while.

“You are the kind of man I could fall in love with.” I would tell him, when we brought up those initial conversations about love. I dont like lying. If I dont love you, I wont say it. 

The day I found out that I loved him (January 16th, 2010), he was incredibly upset with someone. He was so upset he couldn’t talk to me for the rest of the night.

I missed him more than I’d like to admit.

Inside, I asked myself, “Why do you care? Do you love him?” and quietly inside myself I replied, “Yes.” Panic. That inital feeling was panic. I was not supposed to fall in love, or if I do I’m not supposed to say it. Women who “fall” in love seem to change. They start doing irrational things. losing a piece of themselves. Compromising. Having babies. But in reality, people dont change. They just become a lot more comfortable with being who they were all along. 

Love feels like coming home. Like you’re in your house. Being in love feels like realizing you’ve met this person a while ago somehow and now you can be close to them again. It felt like, in a way, he belonged to me. I was in charge of him somehow. Responsible for him in a way. His emotional well being especially and anything else I could help. 

I would not say I fell, I would say I walked. I walked humbly and reverently into love.