The Result of Mexican Cravings

It has hardly been over one week living here and Mr. Goat had such overwhelming Mexican cravings that he declared we needed a Mexican night. Seeing as there is an extreme lack of good Mexican food around, we hit up the local Mexican food store (yes, I know – thank God there’s at least that!). And for a meager 60 francs, we were able to enjoy a small taste of home.

Don’t get me started. I, at least, was rational enough to try and get my fill of Mexican before I left Seattle, as several of you reading this blog will recall. Anytime there was a lunch/dinner/happy hour proposed in the weeks leading to my departure, I would default to a Mexican suggestion.

But not so for Mr. Goat. He just had to have some right away. And as I mentioned above, Mexican, whether eating in or dining out, is not at all the go-to cheap meal that it was in the states. No. It comes at quite the price.

That being said, it was quite delicious.

You can’t tell from the image, but the poblanos in chipotle dish was smoking quite a bit and here’s an interesting fact: Swiss apartments appear to be smoke detector free!! Now that sounds safe…

Ta-da!
One taco meal to satisfy your obnoxious husband’s cravings: 60 francs
Enjoying a taste of home – and not burning the house down: (almost) priceless

Can you believe we paired this with a Rosé from Geneva?
That’s so Swiss

To be fair, the ingredients did last us until dinner on Sunday – so that’s two dinners and breakfast/lunch in between. And with that knowledge, this was definitely waaay less expensive than it would have been to go out for Mexican here. But more on that later, as I plan to expand on my thoughts about Mexican food in Zurich in a post once I have a chance to do some more investigating.

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Aaaannd in other news…

My husband decided to open a bottle of wine tonight – MacGruber style. The rosé last night was a screw top, you see. But tonight with our leftover Mexican, he wanted a red.

So, ok, we had forgotten to pack a corkscrew in our luggage. Whoops.  Especially since we made a point before we packed that we needed to remember this due to the, oh I don’t know, 10 or so corkscrews that we had just lying around the house. Many due to instances such as this, where we fail to bring one traveling and then find ourselves once again buying a new one.

And because Mr. Goat is, well, also known as Mr. Practical, he decided that we didn’t need to buy another corkscrew – even after he came home with half a dozen bottles of Swiss wine one day. No, no, no, you don’t need a corkscrew to open a bottle of wine, he insisted. Even if it is just 5 francs. It’s the principal of the thing.

He spent some time researching how to open a bottle caveman style.

Oh yeah, stabbing the cork ought to do the trick!

Then he decided he knew how it was done.

haha, my wife has NO idea what’s coming!

The result?

Oh yes, I’d like some more cork with my wine please

I was ready to capture the moment, but when it happened, it caught me so much by surprise that I was left wiping red wine off of my camera phone (among other things). The bottle exploded all over our kitchen – floor, cabinets, counter, you name it. And my shirt got the worst of it. So, you know, I went around the rest of the night topless.  To which my husband responded, “Mission Accomplished.”