*Note: I’m correcting my earlier correction: Sometimes ‘you’ makes sense because some of these items are things I really want to say directly to her. Others fit into the category of having coffee or a beer with a friend and saying, ‘You know, what I love about my wife is…. Let me tell you how she….” So, I’ll mix it up.
If you saw her, you’d never know it. She inherited her dad’s scots-irish/british/german generally caucasion skin tones and hair (natural blond). Her mom’s side is Cuban with a great, rich history from that country. I need to write some of that down.
But since she’s half-Cuban, we get to eat black beans and rice and picadillo all the time. Black beans and rice make a perfect meatless monday. Without her, I never would have realized the glory of various takes on the dish (cook the beans w/ diced and sauteed onions, garlic, green peppers, cilantro, and jalapenos or serranos). A cold margarita and it’s on.
Picadillo: I never would have tossed ground beef, sliced green olives, and raisins in a dish and thought it would turn out good. It’s freaking delicious (with the right spice combos, of course). Sometimes Tina will make some dough and make empanadas out of it. Again, a cold margarita and it’s on.
Cuban sandwiches: There is a way to do these right. I never would have known without her guidance. See also beverage from earlier paragraphs.
By the way, I’m not sure if it’s the Cuban or the Irish, but I love she has a little fire in her, too. Even if it’s directed at my sorry butt.