comment icon 33 more comments I don’t even have to do anything special. When parents come in, they take one look at the droopy-eyed lady (wait, lady? omg.) that is their child’s teacher and they can tell I’m in need of a good meal. So when sweet, lovely Marisa handed me a bag of still warm shredded spicy chipotle chicken with fresh salsa, chopped lettuce, and crispy tortillas for chicken tostadas, I was really. really. really. excited. This meant I didn’t have to make dinner. And I didn’t have to eat a frozen pizza this week (but I still might anyways because I kind of love frozen pizza). This also meant my spicy tastebuds got some lovin. Let’s talk spicy. I’ve made spicy food a few times. Then Marisa made me spicy food and I realized that I’ve really never made anything even close to spicy. Poor Bjork ate the first tostada that I assembled – complete with a generous scoop of salsa over the top. Woopsies. Keep the milk handy for this one, friends. Red lipstick? Don’t need it. My lips had a nice natural bright red glow to them after inhaling two three four of these. PS. Don’t be fooled for one second by that fork. This is a down n’ dirty eat with your hands kinda meal and Marisa and me – my new BFF – wouldn’t have it any other way. No matter how much I love my students and their families (which I do, a lot), I don’t love being at school from 8am-9pm. 5 from 2 reviews I hereby make it Friday for the rest of my life.
