Okay, before I get to the point of this entry, I have to talk about making dinner with Bill. Cooking with Bill is one of my most favorite things to do, ever. I love spending time with him in the kitchen, listening to music and working together to concoct some sort of gastronomical goodness. I mentioned this to him last night, to which he responded, “Well of course, Gypsy.” Since Gypsy, our Beagle, is a food whore, this wasn’t the most flattering of comments, but whatever. So I like my food. I’ve never protested that fact. Nyah.
ANYway. We shredded up some leftover beef pot roast (have you made it yet?) and diced up some boiled red potatoes (skin on), and tossed them in the cast-iron skillet to brown and heat and congeal. Bill added eleventy-seven secret ingredients to the mix to liven it up (salsa, hot sauce, spices, other things he wouldn’t reveal). We pan-fried a couple of flour tortillas (soft taco size) and heated up the oven. Then Bill topped the now-crunchy tortillas with refried beans, the beef/potato mixture, and a mountain of shredded cheddar cheese, and stuck them in the oven to get all melty. They turned out to be these totally tricked out tostadas that were probably a thousand calories each and they were GLORIOUSLY DELICIOUS. When was the last time you ate something GLORIOUSLY DELICIOUS, I ask you? My husband is an instinctual cook, the fact which simultaneously delights me and causes me pains of envy.
So. We’re in the kitchen. We’re listening to the 80’s music channel. A particular song came on that made me exclaim, “If I had to choose one song to represent the entire 80’s decade, this one would be it.” To which Bill responded, “That would be a good topic for a blog entry.” To which I replied, “Hey, it would!” So I wrote it down on a piece of notebook paper, stuck it in my bag, found it this morning when I off-loaded my stuff onto my desk, and voila. Here we are.
So, here’s the question, gang: Which song would you choose to represent the entire 80’s decade? Which song just screams “Quintessential 80’s” to you?
Here’s what I’d pick (of course):