But you might ask, why is this blog starting with pictures of Mike in his car? Mike doesn't live in New York.
It's cuz I'm not in New York! I'm not in New York at all.
Freshly arrived in California, headed straight to El Super Taco.
So many beautiful salsas to prepare.
Taco al Pastor and one de chorizo.
Their flautas have gotten fancier
And their torta de tinga is still a killer.
Hello from El Super Taco!
"All right, Mike. Let's hit the road, we've got important things to do."
Important things did.
Mike's place was haunted so I asked him to take me to Grandma's.
You can count on this flag to be flying on the appropriate days.
Grandma and I dinnered at Acapulco because she had a good coupon.
There were leftovers. No problem with that at all.