It is past eleven in the morning. I just finished showering and I am dressed. No makeup and my hair is wet and up in a towel. I walk towards Tommy's room and hear him breathing deeply. I quietly shut the door. I look down and Tina is jumping up for me to carry her. I oblige and we walk into the kitchen together. She is obviously hungry. I serve her breakfast. After she gobbled it all up she runs out the doggy door to the backyard.
I wandered back into the kitchen to see what kind of breakfast I could make for the Tommy. Technically it would be called Brunch. I open the refrigerator door and immediately Tina is on her hind legs looking directly at the Dr. Pepper. This little dog was dancing on her hind legs and turning in circles. I grab a can of the DP and find a shallow glass. I pour the good stuff inside and place it on the kitchen bar/counter that faces the living room. She scurries to the couch that is next to counter and hops onto the counter. I laugh at her because she is lapping at this liquid as if it was coming from the fountain of youth. While she is occupied. I return to the refrigerator and spot, tomatoes, onion, a package of Chorizo de San Manuel, eggs and tortillas. I can make chorizo and egg tacos for breakfast.
I dice the onions and tomatoes. I turn on the skillet and cook the chorizo. I find another skillet to warm the tortillas. I scramble four eggs and add salt and pepper. Once the chorizo is cooked through I add the fresh diced tomato and onions, I sauté them with the chorizo. I look on the counter and see the spices. Tommy likes spicy food. I add salt and pepper to the concoction, but also include crush red pepper flakes for more spice. I lower the heat of the flame and pour the eggs onto the chorizo and veggies. The smell is heavenly. I scramble all of it together. I start warming the tortillas. Tina is now on the ground near my feet staring at the tortillas. I tare off a bit of tortilla for this odd, little dog. It is painfully obvious she is spoiled by this household and now me.
I hear Tommy exit the bathroom. His hair is all over the place. He is wearing a t-shirt and boxers. He is smiling at me, and has his nose in the air catching the scent the from the skillet.
"What are you cooking? It woke me up instantly." He walks around the counter and gives me a sideways hug.
"Chorizo and egg tacos. I hope you like them. Actually I hope you like the way I make them." He is poking at the chorizo with the spatula and smiling and raising his eyebrows aa if he was unsure of my culinary skills. He knows I can cook. He is being silly.
"I am messing with you. It looks amazing. Is it ready?"
"I am warming the last of the tortillas. If you would get us something to drink, forks, and some napkins, I will bring the plates to the table." He nods after he gets his orders. I begin to spoon chorizo and eggs into the tortillas and plate them. I grab the shredded cheese from the refrigerator and meet him at the table.
He is sitting patiently. I place our plates down and sit next to him. I look and see he remembered I am a water drinker. He has a large glass of ice filled with the wet stuff near my fork and napkin. He melts my heart so easily.
I watch him look around the table and he eyeballs the shredded cheese. I laugh silently.
"Yes, Gringo. The cheese is for you." He makes a silly grin, and grabs a handful of cheese off the plate and stuffs the already heaping tacos He smiles at me and takes his first bite. I am watching him intently. He takes another bite. He sets the taco down and drinks some of his orange juice. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, smiles and looks at me.
"This is waaaaaay better than anything I have eaten at Lydia's or El Corral. These tacos are awesome! Is there more than this? Because two tacos isn't enough." I nod as I am chewing my own breakfast. He grabs the taco and finishes it, and moves onto the second one.
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