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<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law's bro's house on Christmas Eve.  It's so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>

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<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law's parents' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it's an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It's ridic. </p>

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<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law's stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>

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<p>Joe's spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>

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<p><span style="color: #008000;"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I'm dead. </p>

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<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe's sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I've never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I'm a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>

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<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>

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<p>Oh, well.  I'm going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it's an ancient Aztec recipe.  I'm o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>

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