Ahh, the day of my (inherited) ancestry. Truth be told, I’m the whitest Hernandez on the planet (as my brother in law so eloquently announced at my wedding reception) but I can get down like the rest of em’ on this cinco de mayo day. Scott and I whipped up some tasty fajitas and enjoyed some cold brewskis to celebrate the Mexican victory over the French army. Yeah, I wikipedia’d that. I said it was my inherited heritage.
Mmm, yummy skirt steak in a cast iron skillet. We seasoned this bad boy with some lime, cayenne, garlic and cumin. Is that the authentic Mexican way to do fajitas? No idea. But we don’t necessarily claim to be authentic in our Mexican cooking. Scott may be half mexican, but he’s 98% dixie too (says a recent quiz he took). Quite the combo, eh?
Fresh veggies in anything makes me a happy lady. Look at those vibrant colors, just itching to get onto my plate and into my empty belly!
I call this one Cinco Scott. He’s happier than Charlie chasing a ball on a muddy day. A cold Pacifico in hand and about to chow on some tortillas. Doesn’t get much better than fajita day at our household. Hope everyone has a wonderful Cinco de Mayo!