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Down at the local shockingly good taco stand a new kind of meat appeared on the menu next to cabeza and lengua, “buche,” which my dictionary translates as “button, nub, knob.”
March 7, 2008 at 3:45 PM ::
So, enlightenment and a half comes with eating buche?
(Oh, Br. Ezra where are you when we need you?)
boot on 03/08/08 at 01:36 AM ::
Whatever you do, make sure when you order you don’t say, “I’ll have a couple of your spicy nubs.”
Keith on 03/08/08 at 01:44 AM ::
I keep trying to figure out how to ask in Spanish, “are we talking girl-nubs or boy nubs?” I guess thats where charades comes into play. I hope I don’t get arrested.
'mouse on 03/08/08 at 10:07 AM ::
And boot, it is indeed appropriate that enlightenment-and-a-half occurs at this particular taco stand. The food there is a truly spiritual experience. If I had one opportunity and only one opportunity to try to turn you to the dark side (and no homemade, farm-raised Oregon bacon handy) I’d take my chances on introducing you to the joy that is this hole-in-the-side-of-a-truck’s carnitas, asada, pollo, pastor, chili verde, ooooooohhhhhhhh (moan)… too hungry to continue.
'mouse on 03/08/08 at 10:11 AM ::
Let’s make this easy for you. After over 20 years of not being on the darkside, the smell of meat, cooked or raw, makes me feel really ill.
When people tell me of their delicious steak (or whatever) I usually nod politely and say “that’s very nice, how wonderful for you”, but internally I’m thinking “why are you eating poo, don’t you realise it smells like poo?”
So, you’ll need to convince me to eat poo. Your task is set.
On the bacon? That’s the tricky one. It smells like smoke, not meat. I’d just have to run for it.
boot on 03/08/08 at 02:50 PM ::
Did someone mention bacon? Remember, where’s there’s smoke, there’s fire, and when it comes to bacon, I’m the extinguisher, baby!
Here’s an interesting bacon-related fact*:
The Trammp’s 1976 disco hit, “Disco Inferno” was originally written as a song about bacon. Here are the original lyrics:
So much bacon, yes! One hundred stories high
People gettin’ loose y’all gettin’ down on the roof - Do you hear?
(the folks are flaming) Folks were screamin’ - out of control
It was so entertainin’ - when the bacon started to explode
I heard somebody say
Burn baby burn! - Bacon inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that bacon down
Burn baby burn! - Bacon inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that bacon down
Burnin’!
Satisfaction (uhu hu hu) came in the chain reaction
(burnin’) I couldn’t get enough, (till I had to self-destroy) so I had to
self destruct, (uhu hu hu)
The heat was on (burnin’), rising to the top, huh!
Everybody’s goin’ strong (uhu hu hu)
And that is when my bacon got hot
I heard somebody say
Burn baby burn! - Bacon inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that bacon down
Burn baby burn! - Bacon inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that bacon down
Burnin’!
Up above my head I smell bacon in the air - I smell bacon!
That makes me know there’s (somebody) a party somewhere
*Scrine Wiki style
Keith on 03/08/08 at 03:46 PM ::