We had a birthday or two come and go recently at Casa Sass, so we were due for a nice dessert. I asked John’s son, who is visiting, what he’d like, and key lime pie was the clear winner. It’s a favorite of mine as well — it makes me think of my mom, of Mexico where they grow all over, of Arizona where I used to live, not to mention key limes alone make me think of sitting on the beach under a palapa sipping a Michelada (good beer, over ice, with key limes muddled into the glass and salt on the rim). Key limes are basically fantastic in everything.
I’m a fan of breakfast for dinner. I am one of those seen-everything-you’ve-ever-done-and-want- to-marry-you fans who is slightly delusional and just knows that someday, we will meet again. For dinner. You, Breakfast, I am talking about YOU and ever since John revealed he’s not really a fan, you’ve stopped answering my calls and texts. Breakfast, you belong in my dinner. We need you in the evenings, that’s when we miss you most! Yes, I’m fine, why? Who’s stalking? That’s such an unfortunate way to look at it. FINE, I AM GOING TO GO FOR YOUR COUSIN INSTEAD.
But call me some time, ok? For dinner?