So I've been (recently failing at) not eating meat for ten and a half months now. Generally I do a good job unless I'm traveling where there's special food I can't get locally, or if I'm with people and don't want to be a baby about only eating vegetables and tofu. It's become a weird OCD thing now where I feel like I'm cheating on my girlfriend if I eat meat...even though said girlfriend doesn't exist. Well, once a year I end up in a far away suburb for a weekend doing stuff with friends. Down the street, there's a super authentic Mexican grocery that cooks super authentic mexican food on flat top outside of the store. This is very much what I imagine heaven will smell like. That being said, I took a weekend get away from caring about my body and ate as much
delicous grilled meat as I possibly could. I don't think I like any food in the whole world more than
street-food tacos with corn tortillas, cilantro and onions. They also have a full bar of
salsas and other toppings that I'm pretty sure are home made.
If you know the story behind
this picture, it's pretty funny. If not, it's pretty lame.
