I’m sure I’m not the first to have this epiphany, but I really think I get tacos now. And margaritas. As in….I could see the warmer weather beckoning both of these things vs. cold beers and tator tots. I seem to have lost a little bit of my inner-Portland this week on my trip to Austin, and I’m not complaining, I’m having some sort of epiphany. I never anticipated chips and salsa taking me to a different place, but they have. Most of all, I want to pick out a new pair of shades, return to Austin sooner than later, and eat breakfast tacos on a regular basis (which has already commenced).
It usually seems to take me at least a month to reflect on my travels, but with this one focused on research (and then, tacos and margaritas), the excitement is still so fresh that it just may happen this week. Revelations and making infused margarita salts are so next.
I can’t remember the last time I visited a city within the United States that felt so….pleasant.
My head keeps bouncing around with deciding where and when my favorite margarita was, what makes a margarita, when life calls for sweet margaritas, if I’m over bourbon, and if and when I could enjoy one without salt. Heavy thoughts.
One of my sheer favorites parts of Austin and being in Texas was frolicking the giant grocery stores with Janessa and Michele. Here are some goodies from trips to HEB, Fiesta (oh my gosh, best) and Wheatsville Coop:
And armed with smokey salsa and fresh tortillas, this just had to happen.
More to come! But first, maybe another breakfast taco…