Cinco de Mayo was
really fun in college. Now I appreciate the holiday as one in which I don't have to come up with a dinner idea (perhaps
The Mansion's Tortilla Soup since it's rainy and cold today ... it's Mexican enough). It's a different kind of fun that involves less risk to my dignity.
Anyway, I have this image of myself cooking fajitas in a festive apron with family and friends in the kitchen, all sipping on margaritas and laughing at Daddy in a sombrero. I have these visions like Clark Griswold only instead of a sexy 80's vixen in a high-cut red one-piece, I picture gorgeous interiors.
