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06/24/2003 Archived Entry: "Orozco's Mexican Breakfast"

OROZCO'S MEXICAN BREAKFAST

On this fine morning Orozco's was the scene of refried beans, hash browns and scrambled eggs swimming in pork chili (with extra juice) and extra hot salsa for the three of us stalwarts (Meredith, Cindy and me) who take this breakfast fare as a routine meal to get the old engine fired up for the day. Bev and Carol, whose engines were apparently already revved, opted for one egg, bacon and toast. I've never understood how anyone can eat just "ONE" egg or one potato chip or one strip of bacon. You get the idea.

That is the best group of gals ever to be with any time of day...hard-working, fun, giggly and possessing a modicum of sanity at times, just to show it can be elicited to emphasize authenticity for some of our outlandish statements and stories. These gals have made tremendous contributions about town over the years and I have all the respect in the world of their efforts and how they accomplish what they set out to do.

And after all the recent chatter over who was going to get stuck paying for my birthday meal, it just happened the Jesse said it was on the house. That was very nice of him, but I don’t think that should let the rest of them off the hook. After all, when it’s Cindy’s or Meredith’s birthday, I’m stuck to pay for it. I figure they owe me one and I’ll certainly remind them of that as frequently as I can.

I lost my pantry helper to the INDY where he does the tear sheets for advertisers. Maybe tomorrow he’ll be back…meantime…I’m headed back upstairs to work.

I can tell Brit is opening a can of soup for lunch. You need to know he is in the kitchen of a well-insulated house that is a “fer piece” from where I am way down below that in the basement with Tuck and Patti playing away. I know the sounds he makes. He gets a sauce pan, opens the can then BANGS it on the side of pan until the contents finally dislodge and slide out. Sometimes this takes a lot of BANGING ….like twenty or so hard BANGS like someone decided to take it upon themselves to re-shingle our house without asking. Eventually he has to get a spoon anyway, but that seems to escape him. Repeatedly, I have asked him to just get a spoon and scoop it out, since he has to mix the contents with whatever, but no…….no reason to do that, he says. BANG, BANG, BANG….. It has to be a guy thing.

Drew just came in to see if there was any more work that needed to be done. He looked a little dehydrated from basketball camp workout and I really didn’t have anything for him to do. They had another hard workout and the coach has them concentrating on defense. He said it’s the first time since the 8th grade that a coach has had them learning defensive plays. He’s anxious for the opportunity to learn. That is good news.