No Duh
Today at work was 'Nacho Day'.
Here's a little insight into my life. I hate cake. I actually hate all sweets but cake is often the object of my ire. When eating that cloyingly sweet, flavorless mess I feel like I am developing diabetes on the spot.
I never understood the idea of the Birthday Cake. I suppose it has it's roots in sugar being very expensive and only for special occasions. Or maybe there's some other meaning I'm not aware of... I don't know. As a kid I thought, when my birthday comes around I won't want a cake, I'll want something else. My older brother Nich was the first to break the mold with his request for Birthday Pie.
Mmm... pie...
So when I reached adulthood I said goodbye to birthday cake forever. The object of my annual meal celebration is... Nachos. Yep, full blown nachos. It's just as easy to stick candles in guacamole as it is icing.
So, nachos and I have a thing.
I could probably write for three hours on my Comprehensive Nacho Theory, but no one would want to heart that. (Were you aware that putting green onions on nachos is a crime in Texas?)
I'll boil it down to the basics.
Sadly, I could not partake in Nacho Day. If they held it a week later, I would have been all over it. I also could not trust myself in the room where it was being served. I probably would have Hulk-ed out and started rubbing that 'cheese' all over myself. I suppose I could have had a chips and salsa day, but that's every damn day.
An Interesting Side Note: I believe that Sammy is making Nachos for dinner tonight... I think once all of this is over, will have to consume a Bobsled Full of Nachos.
Today at work was 'Nacho Day'.
Here's a little insight into my life. I hate cake. I actually hate all sweets but cake is often the object of my ire. When eating that cloyingly sweet, flavorless mess I feel like I am developing diabetes on the spot.
I never understood the idea of the Birthday Cake. I suppose it has it's roots in sugar being very expensive and only for special occasions. Or maybe there's some other meaning I'm not aware of... I don't know. As a kid I thought, when my birthday comes around I won't want a cake, I'll want something else. My older brother Nich was the first to break the mold with his request for Birthday Pie.
Mmm... pie...
So when I reached adulthood I said goodbye to birthday cake forever. The object of my annual meal celebration is... Nachos. Yep, full blown nachos. It's just as easy to stick candles in guacamole as it is icing.
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| Mmm... This is like a postcard from an old friend... |
So, nachos and I have a thing.
I could probably write for three hours on my Comprehensive Nacho Theory, but no one would want to heart that. (Were you aware that putting green onions on nachos is a crime in Texas?)
I'll boil it down to the basics.
- The Chip - The perfect food. Corn and salt. It's an edible utensil. It's a blank canvas to write your meal on.
- The Cheese - Melty and rich. There are two varieties of nacho cheese. The one I like is Ernie-Orange and has little to nothing to do with a cow.
- The Toppings - Any thing and everything. Some fried manatee, some authentic Mexican Molé, a 3/4" Pickney Flange, crumbled Peruvian mummy... anything.
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| 'Endangered'? Pfft... Delicious! |
Sadly, I could not partake in Nacho Day. If they held it a week later, I would have been all over it. I also could not trust myself in the room where it was being served. I probably would have Hulk-ed out and started rubbing that 'cheese' all over myself. I suppose I could have had a chips and salsa day, but that's every damn day.
An Interesting Side Note: I believe that Sammy is making Nachos for dinner tonight... I think once all of this is over, will have to consume a Bobsled Full of Nachos.
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