Mexican Meat Market
It smells like the Mexican meat market here today. I went there last night and bought sodas, but i don't know why the smell would follow me to work the next day.
I'm in the mood for enchiladas.
I'm in the mood for enchiladas.
posted by Ellen at 11:46 AM
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Whenever I walk by the Jarritos in the store, I think about how your mom didn't let you drink them when you were little and how now you're making up for it.
You know, I'm currently just a few miles from the Mexican border... why don't you come get some enchiladas down here?
why didn't your mom let you drink them? that's tragic. although i never drank them when i was little, because there were no, hm, "ethnic groceries" in the middle of the country at that point. it was so long ago that supermarkets didn't even carry cilantro.
my life hasn't been the same since cilantro was introduced to the produce aisle.
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