This week Jeff and I had the pleasure of going to Liz and Woody’s for dinner. This is there house. It is all Mexican Hacienda on the outside. Don’t you want to live here?
First, and undocumented, Liz and I had to wrangle all the black widow spiders that had been creeping on her grill. Don’t worry — we got them all. Then, Liz had to start the coals up.
Cleo had to stay in dog jail, because she kept on running into the front yard. Confined to the porch she was…
And now the hot coals are moved to the grill.
This little guy got away from us in the beginning, during the first spider massacre.
Pre-marinaded meat from TJ’s? Yes, please. Liz’s TJ’s has some, ours doesn’t.
Cleo sits nicely with Jeff.
My beer cozy for the night.
Anaheim peppers, to be stuffed. We used Poblanos as well.
Back outside, to check the fire.
Woody arrives home to see our progress.
The coals are to be moved to the grate below, and Woody and Liz accomplish this, in white shirts, nonetheless!
Jeff and Cleo, fixing the Internet.
For stuffing the peppers: rice, queso fresco, taco seasoning, salt, fresh oregano.
Checking the meat…
Stuffing the peppers!
Onto the grill they go.
With roasted tortillas? Perfection. I got a little fancy with mine.
Jeff’s more traditional carne asada. With cilantro. Which I stayed away from.