i ate street stand food. in mexico. and here's the kicker: i loved it. and here's the problem: i can get it every night on the street below my apartment. can you find it in your heart to forgive me?
tonight i feasted on elote:
when matt first walked into our apartment with the big hunk of corn on a stick, slathered in lime juice, mayo, mexican cheese and chili powder, my face was twisted in utter disgust. at first bite i didn't fall in love, but by the end of the stick, holy elote! as i was polishing that off, matt mentioned that there is a tamale stand outside too, and i know i dig tamales. i got so excited i almost had matt cancel our dominos pizza delivery order. sorry mom.