Mexican food, Mexican food, tomorrow I get Mexican food!
Eh hem, sorry. I’ve been craving Mexican food for the past week but have been too busy to go out and get one of my beloved chimichangas. But tomorrow, ha HA, I’m going to my favorite local Mexican place to get a celebratory chimi, in honor of finishing the basement. I’m rather happy about that, as I’m sure you can tell. Just thinking about it is already making me hungry.
Oooh, and the tortilla chips and salsa…
You know, I really miss the Mexican food in southern Arizona. There was this great place in Sierra Vista, the little town I lived in right before I moved to the east coast. It was family owned and operated by real Mexicans fresh from Mexico (that may sound really racist, but it’s not meant to be. I mean this stuff was *real* Mexican food, meaning it’s not at all like taco bell. It’s the real enchilada.) It was fantastic. They had chimichangas that were big enough for two people to eat, and they’d still be stuffed. And they made all their salsa fresh and from scratch, and holy crap was it spicy. Not at all like this sissy east coast stuff. Funny, I used to laugh at those Old El Paso salsa commercials, where those cowboys are sitting around the campfire and one of the cowboys brings salsa over. Then all the other cowboys scream, “Made in New York City?!?!” One of them usually pipes up, “New York City don’t know nothing ’bout salsa, boy! Leave it to Texas!” Then, of course, these old style cowboys whip out this glass jar from no-where, proudly proclaiming that their salsa’s made in El Paso, Texas. Sure, it’s over dramatic stereotyping, but it’s so true. I haven’t had good Mexican food anywhere but the southwest United States. And I’ve been around. Nothing like a real, close-to-the-border chimichanga with melted cheese on top. Real shredded beef inside that’s so tender that it falls apart in your mouth, letting all those yummy juices out. For some reason all the mexican restaurants out here put ground beef in their chimis. I’ve never once had a chimi with ground beef in it out west. It’s gotta be blasphemous or something.
Mmm… and tortilla chips, and quesadillas, and enchiladas, and… and… and… dang, I’m hungry.