margaritas

Today was one of those days you say to yourself: “Self? How long can you stand outside in the hot sun while smelling exotic animals?” Well the answer is a resounding more than 5 hours!

I am not really around here at all. Milk Breath and Margaritas is on auto-post and has been since last week.

Allow! I'm guest posting today for Fussy and I don't know how to photoshop my head onto anything. I don't know how I got here inside this pretty blog. I'm going to use lots of pictures, and some that will make Fussy want to gouge her eyeballs out. But it won't be frumpy!

Allow! I'm guest posting today for Fussy and I don't know how to photoshop my head onto anything. I don't know how I got here inside this pretty blog. I'm going to use lots of pictures, and some that will make Fussy want to gouge her eyeballs out. But it won't be frumpy!

Well, regular season college baseball is at a close - the conference tourneys start up at the end of this week - and summer is surely upon us.

Los Rosales Mexican restaurant has a new owner, a new look and a new menu, but the sign at the corner of Blue Hole and Bell roads remains the same. Carlos Moncayo, a native of Guadalajara who formerly operated taco stands inside dance clubs, took over the fledgling restaurant in November.

The Tennessean heads back to Lime for this review. Among the good stuff: "one of the best margaritas in town" and the "excellent sangrita from scratch."

I didn't even know there was such a drink as a sangrita (I would have thought sangrita was a typo for sangria), but Wikipedia backs up our local daily on this one (article on sangrita here).

The lovely and talented Fussypants organized a local blogger dinner, and I had the honor of dining with her and Michelle Smiles, Jordana, and, Meredith of Like Merchant Ships.