I was craving a chicken quesadilla today, so I decided to make one for lunch. Would you believe I actually had to look up a recipe first?
I’m no slouch in the kitchen. Just a few days ago I made Coq au Vin from scratch, for crying out loud. But:
- I hardly ever eat quesadillas, so
- I had no idea how to make a quesadilla.
And I felt pretty foolish, because they’re just about the easiest thing to make. Saute veggies, throw in some chicken, season with a few spices, heat up a tortilla, add cheese and avocado, fill, fold, flip. I was thinking maybe there was some secret step.
Newsflash: there is no secret step.
And man, was that quesadilla tasty, even with 50-calorie high-fiber, low-carb tortillas. Makes me wonder two things: why I don’t have them more often, and how many more hyphens I can sprinkle into this end-of-the-year post.
What to say about a year so universally loathed? Most people contend that 2020 sucked. I certainly can’t argue with that, even if personally, Tara and I had a pretty good year. I almost feel guilty even saying that. Inconvenience, and a cancelled family reunion, were the worst things we had to put up with. Trust me when I say, we both recognize how fortunate we are and acknowledge we’re exceptions to the rule.
Here’s why 2020 didn’t suck for Team MarTar:
- We got a free boat
- I bought a new car
- We enjoyed weekend getaways to the Bighorn Mountains and Sioux Falls
- I landed an awesome new job
- America wised up and voted Cheeto Benito out of office
- Tara got an unexpected promotion and a big, fat raise
Honestly, 2019 was a worse year, because I almost freelance-wrote myself into a mental breakdown, the mosquitos were voracious, and we ended up with a busted sewer line and a huge income tax bill. This year I gave up 90% of my freelance work (and then all of it come December), drier weather meant fewer biting insects, less side hustling and more paycheck withholding should significantly reduce the taxes we owe, and our toilets flushed without incident every time. Granted, the toilet paper situation was touch-and-go for awhile there, but that falls under the category of “inconvenience.”
Am I sad to see 2020 go? Of course not. Between the pandemic, economic turmoil, and ongoing race issues, the bad outweighed the good. Tara and I will be just as ecstatic as everybody else once the clock hits midnight and we can usher in 2021. A breath of fresh air has never been more welcome.
Happy New Year, my friends! May 2021 bring you peace, love, good health, and happiness. Thank you for following along.
P.S. Final hyphen count: 9.