Elizabeth and I had walked all over Old Town, doing shopping, spending too much time in stores that were too hot. After we were done she offered to take me anywhere I wanted for dinner. I knew exactly where I wanted to go: home. Sometimes there is nothing better than a simple dinner and spending the evening on the couch watching TV.
On the way home it occured to me what I wanted: a Frito pie. We ducked into a store and bought a bag of Fritos and a can of chili. Back home I heated the chili, spread some chips out on a plate and topped it all with cheese. After a minute the cheese started to soften, melting slightly, and I added a couple dollops of sour cream.