As a child, I did not like oatmeal. To me, it was tasteless slime that slithered down my throat, much like okra. I never was a picky eater, so other than the company of liver and tongue, there wasn’t much else that I refused to eat. But it has taken me years to grow

I hope you have been blessed with the opportunity to either live somewhere in the country where you have a Chuy’s nearby, or, at the very least, have traveled somewhere where you have been able to dine there at least once. What a treat! All of their salsas and creams are To. Die. For! The Creamy Jalapeño Dip