<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 the 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 dished 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 Ole! </p>

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<p>carolyn enema comment.  twat comment</p>

<p>joe sangria -- ancient aztec recipe.  not</p>

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