Date Night

My hubby and I went on a date Saturday night.

SJ was having a tantrum for the sitter when we left so I'm sure she was wishing to be anywhere but here.

He cheered up about ten minutes after we left.

We ate at Chevy's Mexican restaurant. My husband said their chips were perfect and their salsa was good without being hot. (He has stomach issues.)

A lady threw the chips at us and ran off. She wasn't horribly polite and she looked flustered. I was afraid she was going to be our waitress.

My fears were for naught. We had a waiter instead and he was great.

The chips were as wonderful as promised. They had been perfectly salted.

The salsa tasted like fresh tomatoes. Mmmmmm.

We ordered jumbo watermelon margaritas. They were about twice the size of a normal margarita. By the time I finished mine, I was pretty buzzed. So I went ahead and ordered another.

The meal wasn't bad. I wanted to try one of their vegetarian options but they were all heavily dependent on cheese sauce for flavor.

So I had chicken tacos. They were quite spicy. I valiantly managed to eat one but that was my limit.

By the time we left, I was staggering slightly.

Then we went to the local Indian store. My husband's friend, Sri, told us they had rice flour and Medimix, a soap we like.

They not only had rice flour, they had sorghum flour, corn flour and garbanzo bean flour. They were all substantially cheaper than I had been paying at the grocery store.

I purchased five bags of flour, ten bars of Medimix, one bar of sandalwood soap and a soap called Neem that my husband wants to try.

I was so excited and exclaiming so much about the price of the flours, the lady behind the counter must have thought I was daft.

For anybody interested in the price difference go here. (That's my gluten-free blog.)

I highly reccomend going to the local Indian store if you have one.

After the store, we decided to get ice cream. It had to be soft serve.

I had tried so hard to avoid dairy, but ice cream sounded great.

We got chocolate dip tops and ate them sitting in the car. (I didn't want to sit inside the ice cream place - too noisy.)

We got home at 9:30. I gave a bar of soap to the babysitter because she like the way it smelled. I would have liked to tip her but I don't know if we can tip her, since she works for the respite providers. I need to ask. This should have occured to me sooner.

We have been without a sitter for so long, we have become barbarians.

It was a good date. But SJ was up so late after we got home that I desperately need some sleep. I am crabby like a Louie salad.

It is time to lay my head on my pillow.

Ciao!