Dreams From My Taqueria
Posted by Jonathan on April 30th, 2016 (All posts by Jonathan)
Friday night bike ride.
It appeared like a vision,
Answering prayers.
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Posted by Jonathan on April 30th, 2016 (All posts by Jonathan)
Friday night bike ride.
It appeared like a vision,
Answering prayers.
April 30th, 2016 at 2:47 pm
I’ve had that experience in a couple of variations. There’s nothing like a lot of physical exertion to work up an appetite. And when you’re really hungry food can taste so good.
April 30th, 2016 at 6:34 pm
Jon, As a raw youth of 18 or 19, working a summer job at a steel mill east of Chicago, I left the 2nd shift one night and happened on a taco truck on the side of the road. I guess it’s true that one never forgets their first. That was, if you can believe it, my first taco. It was unforgettably good.
April 30th, 2016 at 6:49 pm
Onions, tomato
Chilis and lime for some zest
Cilantro’s the key
May 1st, 2016 at 3:52 pm
This place was excellent. There was a constant group of waiting customers. They had a security guard whose main job seemed to be helping people to park in the small lot.