Tacos Tacos Tacos

I am a big fan of Mexican food. On any given week, I make something Mexican at least once from burritos, to enchiladas to homemade salsa. Still, I was skeptical about the new Las Olas Taqueria on Portsmouth Ave. I mean, Margarita's is right down the street, what were they thinking?
It's a completely different style of Mexican, as in, not completed deep fat fried, extra cheese, extra heavy fat food. More like the style of take out lunch you can get at Dos Amigos in Portsmouth/Dover.
I stopped in today while running errands and picked up a chicken taco. Tacos are served on soft tortillas folded in half. You customize your pick as you go along, sort of like at Subway. They had chicken, beef, pork and beans to start. Then add on cheese, fresh salsa (regular or hot), fresh guacamole, sour cream, onions, tomatoes, lettuce, fresh cilantro or fresh lime juice. Burritos are filled with beans, rice and choice of meat, along with all the other toppings. They also had a taco salad, quesadilla and low carb option, pile of toppings in a bowl with rice and beans thing.
I was in and out of the place in less than five minutes and they were packed. And it was a bargain for the taco in my 0pinion, about $2.50.
They also sell beer, but sadly no margaritas...
Makes me thirsty just thinking of margaritas. yuum

Wine Me, Dine Me with Moose Milk

I'm headed out for my first radio appearance tonight on the Portsmouth Community Radio, 106.1, to chat with Rachel Forrest and Susan Tuveson about the moose book and the moose milk/moose cheese revolution. If you want to listen in, click here to go to their web site and listen live via the wonders of the Internet.

Is it Love?

There she is after one hour of holding her spot in line--Grammy Gladys with Obama.

For the complete story aka, this week's column, click here

Diaper Pails and the Primary

I get to work today. Not that I don't work every day, but usually it involves sitting in my office/cave where no one sees me. Today, it's real work, as in I get to wear real big people clothes without baby stuff, spit, etc., on them. I'm headed out to the polls to chat with real voters as part of a primary audio slide show.
And here again is where I end up feeling like a desperate housewife. The sitter's coming at 9:15. I'm meeting the photographer downtown Exeter at 10. Willie needs to get dressed. I, of course, am in pants that have even been ironed, when I head to his room to accomplish this great task. Obstacle 1: Dirty diaper.
Obstacle 2: Willie wants to put his hands in the dirty diaper.
Obstacle 3: he has been protesting the changing table as if I was torturing him, so here I am, in my freshly ironed clothes, holding him on the floor to change his diaper. I managed to get him clean. But as I go to toss the diaper into the fancy diaper pail-- he bolts. Naked baby now running around the room throwing his books from the shelves into the air. Laughing as if this is the best thing he's ever seen.
And Kenny apparently tried to reassemble the fancy diaper pail, which is now completely filled with dirty diapers and completed messed up. The bag won't come out. I am swearing at the diaper pail, trying to haul the bag out with no luck, while cursing Kenny.
Willie hearing me take Kenny's name in vain starts crying. 10 minutes to leaving the house at this point.
AHHH.
We're all dressed. I think I escaped without becoming too dissheveled.
I'm off.
No diapers.

Polling Results

I've never been so popular as I am today. My views are important. Everyone cares what I think. Usually it is someone with a foreign accent wanting to know about the primary and how I will vote. I usually hang up.
Enter Kenny. Tonight. The phone rings. I hear him giggling.
"Hey who are you on the phone with," I ask.
"No one," he says.
I am suspicious and look around the corner. He has a sh** eating grin on his face as he pushes buttons on the phone.
"Are you actually taking part in a political poll?" I ask.
Turns out a 25-year-old conservative hispanic male lives at my house and plans to vote for Huckabee...
Just goes to show don't believe everything you see in the polls.

Grammy and Obama: Part II

In the wake of Obama's victory in Iowa, Grammy (the proud owner of a Ronald Reagan coffee mug) wants to send him a letter. She plans to tell him she will support him but only if, he makes no deals with Hillary. We're headed out Sunday to the Obamarama at Exeter High School. Stay tuned.

For those not familiar with Grammy's interest in Obama, click here

Taco (Primary) Tuesday

Primary day isn't just for the politicians in Exeter any more. Finally, the taco shop on Portsmouth Avenue is scheduled to open! A sign in their window today proclaims they will be open January 8. I'd like to change Super Tuesday to Taco Tuesday.

They should get plenty of business with all the candidates, media, supporters and the like who will be in the state Tuesday. My email is burning up with new campaign events. Barack is going to Exeter High School on Sunday at 11:15 a.m.. Too bad Barack, no tacos for you. Romney's going to Wal-Mart, where America (and Sheila LaBarre) shops, in Epping Friday at 4:15 Hillary's going somewhere else. Ron Paul was in town over the weekend. No tacos for him either. And finally, that old guy from Alaska, Gravel, will be at PEA Sunday at 7 p.m.

I see $$$ for the taco stand. Taco Tuesday. Has a nice ring to it.