Yeehaw

We were at Joe T’s the other night with a dear friend and, as she said, with the rest of Fort Worth. It had been one of those completely wonderful Saturdays when the sky was almost turquoise, a cool breeze was blowing and the sun was warm and bright. With visions of enjoying fine Mexican fare while sitting out on the lush never-ending patio, we drove up and our hopes were immediately dashed. The line was at least 2 blocks long and 5 people wide. Sadly and I do mean sadly, we resigned ourselves to a table inside which is altogether a different experience than outside. We ordered from the two things on the menu—enchiladas or fajitas served family-style. When the mariachis found out it was Brighton’s birthday, they serenaded our table with a traditional Mexican birthday song. B had no idea he was the man of the minute. Our friend had made one of those heavenly Texas Sheet cakes in honor of his birthday so after dinner we happily pounced on the fudge-like cake. Needless to say, the kids were beside themselves getting to eat chips, drink something besides water and now CAKE! Julia began swinging her arm around over her head where her brown curls have all but disappeared. With an impressive sizeable grin FULL of chocolate she announced, “This cake is so good it makes me want to rope a cow!” So there you have it--straight from my little Cajun Cowgirl. Giddy-up!