I have a serious weakness for Mexican food. First and foremost because it is awesome and excellent and delicious and otherwise perfect in every way, but also because it’s so easy to find or cook vegetarian versions of almost any dish. This is probably true of most any cuisine (Indian, anyone?) but I think all the bean and cheese burritos I ate when I was a teenage junk food vegetarian made a permanent impression on me.
Mexican is my go-to when I need to whip up a quick, healthy, and yummy dinner. After my car accident last week, I came home tired, upset, and in need of comfort food. I wanted to cook rather than order in – cooking always seems to put me back in balance, and I knew that after the day I’d had, the enthusiastic sizzle of veggies in the cast iron skillet would be a welcome sound. Life lesson of the day? Fajitas make everything better.