“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


august break day 6: lunch

when we can't decide where to go or what we want, we want mexican.

weeks ago, at this very place, we sat across from a londoner.
england, you know.
i only know because between her ooohings and ahhings
she mentioned it to her waitress.
she asked about everything,
how this  was cooked, and what was that,
and how exactly was this little tidbit made?
and this stuffing, what is it?

her unbridled happiness at the food i take for granted made me smile.
she'd never heard of a chimichanga
and i could hear her savoring the word as she repeated it aloud
in her fabulous british accent.

that day, my guacamole tasted better than ever.

august break day 6.



  1. this makes me smile... chimichanga is such a wonderful word.

  2. i think when you live in Texas, Mexican food tastes better than it does in Michigan. perhaps ours is not as authentic as yours.
    i loved your londoners take on it and how it made you appreciate it even more.

  3. How lovely, it's interesting how other people's enthusiasm makes life better!

  4. I'm in London, England and I've never had Mexican, and although I have heard of a chimichanga I have no idea what one is!


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