This week I have been frantically getting some much needed holiday shopping done. One of my favorite spots to get a quick and healthy lunch is Rubio’s. For non-Californians, Rubio’s offers fresh Mexican food inspired by Baja California, that strip of Mexico you see dangling in the ocean. No Rubio’s isn’t paying me to write about them. I love their food and especially, their Fiesta Salad. It’s not on the menu any more, but I still order it. The folks at my neighborhood Rubio’s know me. I’m the only that still orders this salad. Yes, I’m THAT special.
So, back to my story.
I was grabbing some lunch at Rubio’s when I saw a mom with her 4-month old baby in her arms. She was ordering lunch, too. Her baby was tagging along for the ride.
This way-too-skinny-mom (did she really give birth to that child?) was dressed in jeggings and gorgeous leather riding boots (the ones that go up to your knees). She was too clean to have been horse-back riding this particular day.
Her shirt was ironed and tucked in neatly, and a lovely sweater graced her shoulders. Her dusty blonde hair was brushed and styled perfectly straight, with no fly-aways to be found. And her make-up was neatly done, just the right amount for day time activities.
I observed her because she was ordering in front of me and I was oh-so-patiently waiting my turn. As I was taking stock of her neat appearance, remember she accessorized herself perfectly with an equally neat and beautifully dressed baby, I noted my own lovely appearance.
I was dressed in velour sweat pants and a two-day worn t-shirt. Heh, it wasn’t smelly.
My I-don’t-know-how-old sneakers graced my wide, flat feet. No sweater for me this cold and windy day. I wore a sweatshirt!
And my hair? The brown curly head of mine was frizzing out because of the incredibly dry and arid San Diego weather. No amount of frizz-ease would tame my mane! Plus, the wind had blown my long hair into a ball of knots that I knew would take hours to brush out in the shower.
Make up? What make up? I hate wearing make up. Who has time to put on make up when you are getting three kids ready for school?
I tried to use my super powers to spill some salsa on this perfectly dressed woman, but she must have sensed this and blocked me with her perfect aura.
Damn! Foiled again!
My nemesis needs to eat some of this Pomegranate Fudge. Maybe like the whole pan. I bet she couldn’t fight off the fudge and I know I would feel better if I saw a chocolate mustache on her face.
This recipe is easy to whip up. The tricky part is to heat your chocolate slowly and stir it constantly. I used pomegranate concentrate to give it a little fruitiness. Don’t tell my friends. They are getting some for Christmas. And it’s even better with a shot of my Pomegranate Vodka!
They know how to dress when you are running errands.