So one night last winter I’d been out too long shopping. The Kid was coming for dinner, and I still needed to stop and get freshly made tortillas.
When I pulled up to the tortilleria at about 6PM, the parking lot was jumping like the Bouncing Bulldogs at a competition. I was pretty sure I’d be facing what would be for me, a fate was than death—a long line which would translate to a long wait.
I walked in and found the end of the line; about twelve people back. I knew I was looking at least half an hour before it was my turn. I was starting to panic, but then the most adorable young woman got in line behind me.
She was bubbly, friendly, and wearing perfect cat eyeliner; it was as clean and sharp as a Klingon bat’leth honed on the bones of the vanquished and shined with their blood.
We began chatting; she told me her boyfriend, a long distance trucker, would be arriving sometime tonight and she wanted fresh tortillas for him.
I enjoyed the chatting, but I hadn’t had a bite to eat all day. I wasn’t sure if I would get faint-y or hangry first, but if I didn’t eat soon, it wouldn’t be pretty.
That sweet kid must have read my mind, because she declared that she was starving, and grabbed a bag of crunchy snack things I’d never seen before. She popped them open, and offered some to me. 
They were chili lime. It was the first time I’d had that particular combination. I’d always passed before, because I’d thought they would be too spicy for my uber-wimpy palate. But that night I was so hungry I would have bitten the head off a ghost pepper-stuffed live chicken.
I’m telling you; I was hungry. Since that night, I’ve taken to carrying a couple granola bars in my bag.
Boy am I glad I did. It wasn’t hot-spicy, but instead lively-spicy. Mixed with the clean, tart lime, it was terrific.
In Mexican cooking, chili\lime is ubiquitous. The most famous and popular dish using the combo is Mexican street corn. It consists of roasted corn on the cob, drizzled with a creamy sauce, then sprinkled with chili powder, cilantro, and crumbly, salty cotija cheese.
I have a twist on this popular dish. It’s a pasta salad, which for this carb lover is pretty darn close to perfect. The pasta I use is a small seashell.
And, the corn is still the star in this recipe too, so be persnickety. Buy fresh, and I mean freshly picked, not the produce department of a supermarket. Go to the farmers market, or a pick-your-own farm. The sugar starts turning to starch as soon as corn’s picked. You want ears that are still warm from the sun shining on their stalk. Or as close as you can get; don’t get arrested for pilfering produce. No pasta salad is worth that. 
But potato salad is totally different. I could do thirty days in the hole for a good tater salad.
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Street Corn Pasta Salad
Stir together dressing:
½ cup mayonnaise
½ cup light sour cream
1 clove of garlic, minced
Juice and zest of 1 lime
1 teaspoon chili powder, or to taste
¼ cup chopped cilantro leaves
½ cup crumbled cotija cheese
Corn juice
Salt & pepper
Refrigerate covered, up to two days, until ready to make salad.
Salad:
1-7 ounce bag small seashell pasta, cooked to al dente in heavily salted water and drained, but not rinsed
6 ears fresh corn
¼ cup chopped white onion
Salt & pepper
Prepare corn: Clean ears and paint on thin coat of vegetable oil. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Grill, turning corn until the ears are cooked and lightly charred. Let cool. Cut kernels off cob. Scrape juice off cob and add to dressing.
Forty-five minutes before service, stir together pasta, corn, and onion. Mix in dressing until it’s a little too wet (it will tighten upon standing). Check for seasoning and readjust if necessary. Serves 6. 
A never-worn pair of Louboutin pumps in size 10 at a consignment store.
All items bought in the heat of the moment because they’re pretty and inexpensive. Then when you get each one home, you think, “What now?”.
Avgolemono is a Greek chicken soup with a hit of lemon. Heat up three or four cups of chicken stock, with a quarter cup of orzo in it. Combine 3 eggs and 3 tablespoons of lemon juice. Whisk in a little hot soup to the eggs to raise the temp, then pour it all back into the stock. Cook on medium-low until the orzo’s cooked. To serve; put some shredded chicken in the bottom of the bowl, then add a cup of the soup. Sprinkle a little fresh parsley on top, and you’ve got soup for four.
Heat up Chubby’s guacatillo and stir in some chicken. Pick up some fresh tortillas at your local tortilleria (tortilla bakery), and heat them in a dry skillet. Layer the saucy chicken on tortillas and top with cilantro and white onion.
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Oh, and that bowl, the flowers, and those shoes?Put some water in the bowl and float some hydrangea flowers in it. They’ll be a beautiful decoration at your cocktail party where you’ll show off your fabulicious shoes.
1 ½ cups mayonnaise
They say when you’re drowning there comes a point when you give up fighting, a sense of peace envelops you, and then it’s all over.
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
Salad:
2 tablespoons lemon juice
Take your favorite store-bought biscuits (I’d use Bojangles’ biscuits; but you can use any you like, up to and including canned biscuits) and paint the tops with melted butter. Sprinkle each with a spoonful of sugar and put under the broiler until it browns and bubbles.
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