The Battling Burrito Brothers

Take-out food seems to have special drawing power around here for The
Boyz. Few things I make at home are as magical as the pizzas, the
take-out Mexican. The boxes and bags with the special, steamy smells
coming out of them. O Rapture!

I have a Mexican take-out near me which makes amazingly delicious
burritos, more mysteriously because it seems to be entirely manned by
Chinese people. Maybe it's some special Chinese herb.

So I come in last night with the magic bag containing the magic
burrito, emanating the magic smells.

They are in the bag as soon as I put it down. They are all over me as
I take it out, unwrap it, put it on a plate, and dig in. I have to
fight them for practically every bite. I take the bag, and toss it
away to distract them, and they go chasing it, knocking it all over
the floor. Stinky very ceremoniously sits himself on the bag (for
Stinky, for some strange reason, sitting on the container is almost as
good as eating the stuff itself). Dante hovers around while I finish
the burrito, and darts in and starts tearing at it as soon as I get up
to get a drink (hot! URP! ). I pick Dante up, and place him back on
the floor, but he springs back up on the table like a piece of popcorn
in a popper. The ending scene is the two of them licking the plate
frantically, occasionally biffing each other.

Hmm, maybe the mysterious Chinese herb is related to catnip?



Theresa
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Kreisleriana wrote:
Take-out food seems to have special drawing power around here for The
Boyz. Few things I make at home are as magical as the pizzas, the
take-out Mexican. The boxes and bags with the special, steamy smells
coming out of them. O Rapture!

It's Sino-Mexican crack cocaine.

Smokey ate a lot of pizza in his wild days and he is convined that
pizza is just a cardboarx box of warm cat food.

--Fil

Theresa dangit you made me hungry now I am going to have to head down to
chipolte's and get me a couple of burritos or maybe go to Moe's and get a
triple lindy or a art vandalay

Kreisleriana wrote:
I have a Mexican take-out near me which makes amazingly delicious
burritos, more mysteriously because it seems to be entirely manned by
Chinese people. Maybe it's some special Chinese herb.

They are in the bag as soon as I put it down. They are all over me as
I take it out, unwrap it, put it on a plate, and dig in. I have to
fight them for practically every bite. I take the bag, and toss it
away to distract them, and they go chasing it, knocking it all over
the floor. Stinky very ceremoniously sits himself on the bag (for
Stinky, for some strange reason, sitting on the container is almost as
good as eating the stuff itself). Dante hovers around while I finish
the burrito, and darts in and starts tearing at it as soon as I get up
to get a drink (hot! URP! ). I pick Dante up, and place him back on
the floor, but he springs back up on the table like a piece of popcorn
in a popper. The ending scene is the two of them licking the plate
frantically, occasionally biffing each other.

Hmm, maybe the mysterious Chinese herb is related to catnip?

Theresa

Why are you torturing me?! I had planned to go to a new place for lunch
called 'Swankie's Taco Shop' after my test this morning. I figured the test
would take long enough it would be lunch time before I was finished. No
such luck! So no build-your-own taco or burrito for me today. (sigh)

Jill

On 2006-01-31, Kreisleriana wrote:

I have a Mexican take-out near me which makes amazingly delicious
burritos, more mysteriously because it seems to be entirely manned by
Chinese people. Maybe it's some special Chinese herb.

I went to a new Italian restaurant the other day that was run by people
all named Patel.

--
The night is just the shadow of the Earth.

"William Hamblen" wrote in message
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On 2006-01-31, Kreisleriana wrote:

I have a Mexican take-out near me which makes amazingly delicious
burritos, more mysteriously because it seems to be entirely manned by
Chinese people. Maybe it's some special Chinese herb.

I went to a new Italian restaurant the other day that was run by people
all named Patel.


Nothihng against no one I went into a stro that said it was proudly owned
and ran by african americans. The whole staff was Spanish

On Tue, 31 Jan 2006 21:47:01 -0600, William Hamblen
wrote:

On 2006-01-31, Kreisleriana wrote:

I have a Mexican take-out near me which makes amazingly delicious
burritos, more mysteriously because it seems to be entirely manned by
Chinese people. Maybe it's some special Chinese herb.

I went to a new Italian restaurant the other day that was run by people
all named Patel.

When my father was a boy, in 1920's Birmingham, Alabama, vendors
selling hot tamales from pushcarts would come through his neighborhood
a couple of times per day. Interestingly, all of the tamale salesmen
were recent Italian immigrants, not Mexican, although he guessed that
their employer might well be a Mexican immigrant.

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On Tue, 31 Jan 2006 21:47:01 -0600, William Hamblen
wrote:

On 2006-01-31, Kreisleriana wrote:

I have a Mexican take-out near me which makes amazingly delicious
burritos, more mysteriously because it seems to be entirely manned by
Chinese people. Maybe it's some special Chinese herb.

I went to a new Italian restaurant the other day that was run by people
all named Patel.

When my father was a boy, in 1920's Birmingham, Alabama, vendors
selling hot tamales from pushcarts would come through his neighborhood
a couple of times per day. Interestingly, all of the tamale salesmen
were recent Italian immigrants, not Mexican, although he guessed that
their employer might well be a Mexican immigrant.


Makes sense really. Italian immigrants had a great history as pushcart
vendors of anything they could find to sell.

One of my favorite local families started out with a fruit pushcart in
Denver, and now owns and operates one of the nicest specialty peach orchards
in the area.

So Mama Rosita can make the tamales in her kitchen but wouldn't dream of
going out selling them, and the salesman can pick them up and distribute.
Works for everyone. Now we have Mexican immigrants driving up and down the
streets selling Italian ices and the Good Humor man has been replaced by a
guy with a turban.

Jo