Thursday, February 6, 2014

2014, You Sly Dog


I know, I know, it has been an absolute life time since I've last blogged, and so, I'm going to apologize.  I'm also going to apologize in advance for the posts that will be going up less frequently.  Why?  Because I'm back at school now, which means rain, cold, papers, midterms, and ultimately...well, ultimately it means that the majority of my words are going to be spent on essays and term papers, and I'll have less to spare on beautiful things like this blog.  Nevertheless, I will try my best to keep you relatively in the loop!

Let's see...where do I even begin?!  So much has happened since I've last written: Santa slipped down my chimney and broke his diet after he ate a whole plate of freshly baked white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, Beyonce released her super secret album, and after being convinced to wear my pajamas inside out and sleep with a cold spoon under my pillow, we had a snow day at school!  As childish as that may have sounded, I swear that I'm in college and not in elementary school, haha.  But in the midst of all this cheer, snow, and excitement, 2014 managed to kick 2013 out of the picture, and slip in.  2014, that sly dog, but out with the old and in with the new, am I right or am I right?

That wasn't a rhetorical question, by the way.  And no, I'm not right.  2013 was a beautiful year, and I'm sure you were a beautiful you all throughout, so tell me again, what is there to change?  Yeah, I'm sure everyone could use some improvement here and there, and the grass could use some watering and trimming, but a full list of things to change?  Now, that's a bit over the top if you ask me.  I'm telling you, new year's resolutions are a thing of the past.  Instead of whining about the yellow patches on the grass,  I say that it's time to first of all, give that a patch a bit of water, it's probably ridiculously thirsty, and more importantly, it's time to appreciate it for what it is: a grassy green lawn splotched with bits of yellow, and hey look, there's also a nice little colony of mushrooms right over there too! 

All jokes aside though, 2014 should be a year of appreciation.  It should be a year of beauty, and i can guarantee that if instead of focusing on everything you're not, everything you don't have, and everything you never will be, it will be.  It will be a beautiful year and you will be an even more beautiful you, if that's even possible.  So please do me a favor.  Go out and appreciate the little things.  Smile just because, but don't laugh just because, because that's honestly a bit weird.  But let yourself go.  Have breakfast, and then have breakfast again, simply because it's your favorite meal of the day and you really like eggs benedict and french toast.  Then for lunch, head to that little hole in the wall joint that you've never given a second glance, let alone a first chance.  In all seriousness though, head to that hole in the wall joint, because when it comes to food, the dirtier the better, and if you don't believe me, you should really work on that appreciation thing...


...because if you don't, you'd really be missing out.  Lovely ladies and you oh so gentle men, behold, Guisados!  Located on 2100 E. Cesar E Chavez Ave. Los Angeles, CA. 90033, they're open everyday of the week from 10:30am-8pm, but I believe they close a bit earlier on Sundays, at 5 rather than at 8.



They have a menu filled with more tacos than you could possibly dream of, and I'd say if it's your first time there, definitely go for the sample platter!  It's a nice little informal and casual introduction to what could possibly be the best romantic relationship of your life.  My personal favorites are the Tinga de Pollo and the Bistec en Salsa Rojo.  I wish I had pictures for you, but I guess I got a little too excited...But I found it funny that they had this sign painted on the wall.  "No Olvide Su Taco" translates to don't leave your taco, as if I could.  Silly Guisados.  If you didn't close, I'd actually never leave you, and if that doesn't sound like the best romantic relationship ever, I don't know what does!

Cheers,
Kimmy