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Sometimes people say that law school is hard. And takes up a lot of your time.

They’re right.

Dear devoted readers and fans,
I’m back. I know, I know; what I did was wrong. I should never have abandoned you in such a manner, ditching you for intimate nights alone with my copy of the Uniform Commercial Code, trying to decipher, well, any of it. What I did was wrong, but I want to make it up to you.

You see, law school is hard and time-consuming, but that doesn’t mean I love cooking any less. In fact, I think it means I love cooking more. Now, law student-style, I’m equipped with a handy weekly schedule for cooking, recipe-writing, photo-taking, and blogging. Fighting fire with fire.

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If you remember, one of the first things I made when I moved into my new house in Texas was a myriad of dips for our housewarming party. It’s a new year, now, yet somehow, the blog entries are the same.. Last night, we decided to have dinner at our place, then moved it to my roommate’s boyfriend’s fantastic house, and so, of course, I went all out with those dips: salsa roja, salsa verde, and my avocado tomatillo.. thing..

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Step by step, bit by bit, stone by stone, brick by brick.. your way to salsa!

So, my second post ever was about my favorite salsa. It’s ridiculously simple, and today I’m going to prove it. I made another batch with pictures of each of the steps. So. Ridiculously. Simple.

First, you’re gonna need about this much cilantro, the bit on the left. You can add more if you really like cilantro, or less, if you really don’t like cilantro.
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In the land of tacos, I make tacos.

It is an official ordinance, in case you didn’t know. Now you do. Now no one can say my blog never taught you anything.

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I started my Contracts assignment yesterday after promising to make chorizo breakfast tacos the next day, and then I was contractually and legally obligated to follow through, to make the chorizo breakfast tacos. Otherwise, you could sue me for loss in expectancy. Or something.

Hey, it was the first day.

But then again, I never turn down ground sausage or tacos or breakfast tacos or breakfast tacos with ground sausage, especially a ground sausage I ain’t never tried before. I got Mexican chorizo, which is raw, not cured, and kinda just.. went for it. And. Good. Ness. They were so fantastically delicious. Maybe even better than yesterday’s.. But I wouldn’t want to offend myself from yesterday. I love them perfectly equally, just like my parents love my sister and me perfectly equally. Except they love me more. Ha!

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Tacos in the morning, tacos in the evening, tacos at suppertime!

Texas is the mecca for tacos. OK, yeah, Mexico does a pretty decent job, but here in Texas, we’ve figured out a way to have tacos like Pizza Rolls: in the morning, in the evening, and at suppertime. Lunch, too. Stupid Pizza Roll jingle writers.

Yes. Breakfast tacos. When, upon my first visit to Austin in March, I heard of the breakfast taco frenzy, I just imagined those gross breakfast burritos from Taco Bell in taco form. And kinda threw up a little in my mouth. But I figured I’d have to get over my mouthvomit and myself and see what all the fuss was about.

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The fuss is about something fuss-worthy. Portable little pockets of TexMex fancy goodness. Well, maybe not fancy, but definitely goodness. The best part is that they’re totally customizable, based on just how savory you want to get for breakfast. Still haven’t whipped a more traditional sweet breakfast taco, but I’m gonna go for it one day. Eggs and American sausage and maple syrup topped with some French toast crumbs? Maybe? A buttered tortilla sprinkled with cinnamon? Dare I dream?

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You’re gonna be “green with envy” over this salsa verde.. ha! Ha ha! Ha..

But seriously. You wish you lived with me. If I were better about unpacking and cleaning, that is. But otherwise, you wish you lived with me.

We had a general housewarming/hooray Austin party last night that also conveniently celebrated one of my roommate’s birthdays. She’s particularly fond of salsa verde, and I’m particularly fond of making people like me without using my very charming personality, so I whipped up some of the stuff.

salsa verde

Let me just take a moment, however, to give up some praise. You there, Fiesta? It’s me. I just wanted to say thank you for all you do for me. You may not have galangal or lemongrass, but you do have serranos that cost me $0.03 and what? You have palm sugar? I wish you had told me before I bought that massive jar of the little patties at the Asian Market, because we all know I won’t actually use them all in soup or curry, no. I’ll just end up watching I Dream of Jeanie and popping them in my mouth. It’s OK, Fiesta. I forgive you. But please, never lose faith. Onions for less than a quarter reaffirm my hope for humanity. All because of you, Fiesta.

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