…so it turns out that last night’s crack tacos were a hit. Our friends who came over loved them – never mind that I didn’t do much: just a little meat, cheese, onions, whatever.
But the meat was marinated carne asada from a tiny Mexican market in a corner of Long Beach, and the cheese was Mexican creamy-yet-crumbly thing called panela and the onions were marinated in lime juice and spices, and idea I stole in part from a Mexican restaurant called Lola’s.
What made it good was the love I added into it. Many years ago as I practicing a hard piece of classical piano music, my grandmother sat down next to me and said, “What you need to do is play it with a lot of love.” And she placed her fingers on the keyboard and did just that.
She is no longer here in person but her piano remains. It is one testament among many in our creative house that we hope will make our world a better place.
This morning, Charla asked, “What time did our guests leave last night?” “I’m not sure,” I said, “but I think…”
Tonight I am sitting in a hotel room in Sacramento five hundred miles away for a business conference. Meanwhile, the planes are landing, one at a time, with family members, and the cars are about to head to Santa Barbara and our nearby friends and family are getting ready for our wedding in five days. With rain gear. But the weather said today that the chance of rain that day was lower than it was yesterday. So who knows? The chance of a good time and a great party: 100%.top