Other than an occasional pizza that we’ve ordered, I’ve not eaten food not made by us for like a month and a half and it’s getting forking old.
Today we finally ordered some Mexican from a place we hadn’t gone to yet, Plaza Mexican in Goodlettsville. The botched including the chips, but the rest of the meal was quite good. And it’s so nice eating something that you didn’t have to work to cook.
And I got to say: take-out margaritas… that’s something to write home about.