I’m hanging out with my parents tonight. Yay!

Here’s where I’ll be sleeping:

SO COMFY.

(And don’t you like my purse? Thanks!)

But that’s not really the point.

My dad was in dire need of a visit. I HAD to come. I mean, look:

I know. Seriously.

My mom and I made dinner together while he contorted in the other room (in front of the Seahawks in high-def.)

I contributed the salsa and the guacamole (which I had to make more smooshy than usual, due to the firmness of the organic avocados):

My dad ate all the good stuff and then left the salsa (lime) juice.

Dad!

AND he got all up in the guac.

See?

But we kept cooking while he ate.

My mom made an amazing filling for the (pretend) enchiladas by roasting pork, shredding it into a marinade of lime juice (which she left overnight), and then cooking it with chile’d beans the next day until it reduced into soft deliciousness:

SO good.

Then we rolled it into tortillas and baked it with a little cheese and sour cream:

Please note: a) I had to take a bite before I took a picture; and b) I had forgotten to put my napkin on my lap. Classy!

It was very, very good.

And a lot of food.

Certainly enough food that I should not have found myself in the Dairy Queen drive-through with my mom two hours later.

But that’s how we roll(ed).

I love my parents. And also?

My earrings:

Ah, weekends.