Taco… Taco Suave
I am totally naming my next blog “Taco Suave”. (That, or “Tamal Solo”.)
I love the torilla maker at La Palma.
I am sure he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, “¿Cómo detener esta máquina loca?”
This could be a great plot device for a telenovela — a couple of unemployed hipster gringos go work in a tortilla factory. Their carpal tunnel syndrome causes them to quickly fall behind and they start hiding tortillas in their hoodies. As they grow increasingly overwhelmed they start stuffing them in their mouths, but they realize they aren’t organic, so out of utter desperation they jam them into their Timbuktu bags. However, there is a happy ending as their MacBooks keep the tortillas nice and warm on the way home.
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