Vegan Black Cumin Crab Tostadas over Cabbage Salad with Lime, Mint and Wasabi Dressing

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Cinco de Mayo always brings two thoughts to my mind:
1) Mexican Food (duh.)
2) Tequila.

You see, tequila and I have had a very rocky past. My dear friend Leigh, who you may also know as the Anonymous lewd comment poster on my blog, experienced the Jenn's body + Cuervo tyranny first hand back in January.

The evening started off like any typical Friday night in West Hollywood. Meet up at Leigh's. Pick up Friend. Pay $10 to park on Robertson, then hit the bar. For anyone that knows me personally, I can drink my weight in alcohol. I'm 95% Russian Jew. I make sailors look like baby kittens. But for whatever reason, even one shot of Tequila sends my mind and stomach into a frenzy. We down a shot of Jose Cuervo, then I down a Corona. Now, being the good daughter that I am, I listened to my mother when she said "Liquor before beer, you're in the clear"...but this evening she led me astray.

We start dancing, take another shot of Cuervo, dance some more. The last few things I remember are as follows:
-I make out with Friend quite publicly for an undetermined amount of time.
-I run for the bathroom, cutting the 10+ people in line, burst into a stall and begin to heave.

The rest of the story is as told to me by Leigh and the Friend...
Apparently, Leigh and Friend drag me out of the bar, where I proceed to vomit into a park trash can which is quite visible to by-passers. Leigh and Acquaintance finally drag me to the valet stand (had I mentioned that I'd driven that evening? Like I said...I can usually handle my liquor). The valet man takes one look at my less-than-composed facade and asks "Is she OK?". Leigh says "No. I'm driving."
They stick me in the back seat of my own car, but I decide I want to sit on the floor instead. I proceed to puke into a PAPER grocery bag...which I miss on more than one occasion.
Leigh takes Friend home, deciding that I have to spend the night at her house. She drives back to her place. For ten minutes, I apparently refused to get out of the car. Leigh had to pee (Hey! That rhymes...) quite badly, so she picked up my disgusting little self, and carried me inside. I bee-lined for the bathroom, and in a matter of 45 seconds, threw up again, then fell asleep in the toilet. When Leigh tried to pick me up to clean me off, I grab the scarf she wearing...which just so happened to be an anniversary present from her beloved...and wiped my face on it.
She threw me into bed.

The next thing I remember, it's morning. Awful, headache morning.

I suppose you can understand why I'm posting a Tequila free recipe on this happy holiday.

Be safe tonight!