I did get out of the house today. We were driving through the park on our way to find a Latin-American type supermarket when we spotted this 25 foot sculpture in Field 6. After we got the makings for enchiladas, we drove back to the park with camera in tow and I took some pictures. I then went over to the park’s 9/11 memorial, took some shots there and got duly depressed all over again. All shots at flickr.
Todd’s making “authentic” enchiladas now. I love ethnic supermarkets. And I love a guy who can cook. Judging from the smell of the poblano and serrano chilies coming from the kitchen, this meal is going to cure my cold.
Update: Holy shit, these are good enchiladas. Wow.