I had bomb ass tacos last night.
There's a tex-mex joint in my city that deep-fries avocado wedges, slaps them in a corn tortilla with sour cabbage slaw and queso fresco and sells them for $2 a pop on taco tuesdays. Is there a culinary equivalent to the feeling of lust?
Oh also, my mom offered to give me my (deceased) grandmothers engagement ring to use for my own matrimonial purposes. It's a sweet offer, and the ring itself is a humble little thing in keeping with what I'd like to think of as my values/our values. I told her I would think about it. The more the fiancee and I talk about it, the less we want anything other than plain, easily replaced, gold bands.