I never thought I'd be thankful for cool weather. But boy howdy! This lady is loving the recent temperature drops here in San Antonio (aka Mexico). It was 55 yesterday, so every Texan busted out their winter wardobe. Us included. Can't let my amazing Oklahoma scarf collection go to waste now can I?
As much as I thought I would love the concept of constantly hot weather, I actually hate it. I miss the change of the seasons. I miss the crisp fall air and the colorful leaves. I miss bundling myself into an oblivion of longjohn layers and constantly snuggling to keep warm. My pumpkin-flavored candle just ain't cuttin' my mustard when I step outside to sunshine and 87 degrees. So praise the Lord for two days of actual October-like weather!
In an effort to get to know our city and the "happening" places, Grahm and I have been trying new restaurants out the past few weekends. This weekend was really different for us. We went to a trailor park full of food trucks. On purpose. Almost as good of a place to people watch as the fair.
Of course we picked the one weekend it's slightly cold. (It was a tiddy bit nipply but we made the breast of it.) We sipped on some hot cocoa and listened to a country cover band that made Grahm's ears bleed. (He's a music snob.) Scouring the slew of trucks around us, we tried to pick the food truck for us. Deciding which food truck to eat from was like deciding which nose hair to tweeze. We figured they'd all be painful, in one way or another. But hey, we were there for the experience!
IT WAS THE BEST SALAD I'VE EVER HAD. No joke, my friends. Apparently, these guys make everything from scratch. The dressing, the pizza dough... Nom nom heaven.
The guys even let us check out their sweet truck. It was pristine, state-of-the-art. You could have eaten your salad off the floor. (I totally would have.) It made me instantly ashamed of how dirty and mediocre my kitchen is... but let's be real, I'll never be creating anything as life-changing as their salads and pizzas.
Moral of the story: Scarves are amazing. Food trucks won't always give you the trots.