to him on the rough log. sander wishes he could find a way to make it smoother for her. "i get it," she says. "you're not sup- posed to enjoy yourself or something. but i don't understand why." "god wants other things for me," he says. "you can't have both?" is sizzling and bring to the table.
eat immediately, spooned onto warm tortillas and piled with fixings of your choice. repeat again tomorrow.
if you’re entertaining this weekend, make it. if you’re not, make it. i promise, you will thank me. 