Exactly three and half hours ago, something wonderful happened: a very large box of frozen taquitos made its way into my life. I had to go directly to a meeting (which, luckily, had a big freezer where I could store my newly acquired deliciousness). Throughout the board meeting, I took notes. I smiled and chatted and commented on things. But, I will not lie: the entire time I was thinking about my taquitos and how I was going to eat taquitos when I got home.
In fact, interspersed with real meeting notes (and some snarky ones I wrote to make myself laugh), I would write things like, "Taquitos" and "Go home. Eat taquitos." So. I'm home. They are cooking and I have about eight minutes left to sing praises of taquitos. I love them so. I want to eat them. Taquitos are delicious. I love them so... You get the idea. In addition to a Shar Music gift certificates, taquitos make good gifts to the cello players in your life. I'm just saying. Christmas is a few months away and I've been told I'm hard to shop for (I also really like book stores and grocery stores that sell taquitos!).
Dammit. Four minutes left. I smell the smell of cooking taquitos. I want the taste of them in my tummy! Taquito power activate!! Perhaps, well...perhaps I've not been getting as much sleep as I should and yes, I've worked overtime this week (and this upcoming weekend), but to deny the wonderousness of taquitos...that I will never do.
Cheesey goodness melted in a corn tortilla with bits of other things added for my yummy consumption. And, just to be clear, I don't like to share my taquitos. I'm an oldest child after all, and that means I was an only child for a while. Think of all the taquitos that I should have had. Two minutes left.
Oh taquito
my favorite
bad snack
HUNGRY NOW!!!
Moral of today's story: taquito.
An Erinku (not to be confused with taquito):
words
repeated enough
start to sound
like taquito.
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