Welcome to the eighty-third Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The topic this week was selected by Justin.
It’s Mexican Food
The excellent theme music is by Guy David
VOTING
Go ahead and listen to them by clicking on the grammophone thingy there in the left column and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):
GUY DAVID
It was our first date. I was just a stray cat she collected out of the street and took home to feed, and boy was I hungry. Pretty soon, the sound of something rousting on a frying pan came out of the kitchen, coupled with some delicious smells. Expectation was building up. Soon, she came back, bearing the gift of food. It had some rousted tomatoes, sausages and some other things I couldn’t immediately recognize. “What is it?” I asked. “Oh, it just some Mexican food” she answered. I ended up marrying her. I was always a sucker for innovation.
JD WHITE
What can be said for those folks south of the border.
They are just not civilized.
Not even close to being “like us”.
We always are kind to strangers and we always dress in appropriate ways.
Our homes are immaculate inside and out.
We keep our city streets clean.
We never dump trash on the roadside.
Our form of government is far superior to theirs.
With far less corruption in our public officials.
The one good thing I have found is that when traveling from Ottawa to see my Doctor in Michigan.
They have the best Mexican Food in Detroit.
ELISSON
Salvador Dali, the renowned surrealist painter, is thought by most
people to have been Catalonian.
Not true. He was born in Taxco de Alarcón, Guerrero state, Mexico, in
May of 1904. Mexican to the core. It’s a well-kept secret.
The inspiration for many of his surrealistic works was the local
cuisine. His most famous painting, The Persistence of Memory,
was inspired by a meal, the digestion of which caused hallucinations
that lasted three days. Freud and Einstein had nothing to do with it.
Most people look at that painting and see melted watches. But Dali
always saw tortillas. No: Distortillas.
TOM
Rice cakes Rice cakes No beef today. I’m on this 1000 caloric demonic diet. I dream of dancing slabs of cow I dream of singing wells of grave. But in the day it’s mostly greens to dine and if by chance a stray morsel I might indulge and its taste might ever be so good my mantra is spit it out. Its day 49 and I can take it no more. It midnight outside El CharO’s Original All You Can Eat. I got a brick and the glass its gone. Its Mexican Food Tonight. Double Fried Burrito here I come
HOUSTON KEYS
“Hello welcome to Tacorama! Would you like to try our double quesadilla?”
It’s pronounced quesadilla!
Whatever! Would you like one?
What do you mean whatever? You should have some pride in your job!
What kind of slacker wants to work in a culturally specific restaurant
and refuses to immerse themselves in the culture? How can you expect
discerning palettes to partake with a greeting like that?
Look Buddy. I make six bucks an hour, what do you expect.
Fine, If you are that insensitive I shall take my culinary business to
another establishment.
Knock yourself out Bro.
DAPHNE
It’s that time of year when families gather for meals and to give
thanks for their blessings over the past year. This year my family
will be no different. We will gather around the table and each take
turns giving our thanks. Some thank for their health, some thank that
we are all there, some thank for getting a bike for their birthday.
Ok that’s just my nephew, but he’s thankful at least. Me, I will be
thankful for the meal. You see I get to cook dinner this year and
they let me do whatever was easiest for me. So I called my favorite
restaurant and got take out. I’m thankful for Mexican Food Take Out.
CALEB
Pastor Al’s tacos al pastor were all the rage in Tenochticlan in the days before she became Mexico City. People would come from miles around drawn by the aroma of the cooking meat and fresh tortillas. Spaniards, Mestizos, even the occasional missionary came. The only problem was beloved as his tacos were, his Presbyterian rhetoric was not. Eventually Don Fernando a local Catholic cook snuck into the pastor’s adobe hacienda and when he found the secret recipe, he killed the heretic and began preparing the meat. Al pastor tacos made by Pastor Al were delicious; made with Pastor Al, Heavenly.
CHRIS
Let me tell you about a woman I know,
She ain’t no model or runway queen,
You won’t find her on Cosmo or Glamour,
Or in the pages of Vogue magazine
She wears a hairnet and plastic gloves,
She scoops the beans and rice all day,
She makes minimum wage (under the table)
Workin’ for the Chipotle
She can’t speak a word of English
She calls the beans frijoles,
But you know what? That’s just fine by me,
I still love her anyways.
She’s my Burrito Lady
And she’s driving me crazy
Burrito Lady,
Make my burrito for me yeah.
YXES
She was smiling as she got ready to go out for a Mexican food dinner with her sweetheart. She was remembering their first date, and how he had wanted to show her something she had never seen before. He ordered her a taco, and said, “Go ahead, eat it.” She picked it up, holding it like a sandwich. Immediately, the whole taco fell right into her lap! She was speechless, and a mess, all covered in “taco stuff”! His kind look of suppressed laughter is what made her fall in love with him, and with tacos! Hot sauce and all!!
Z
We used to go to this Mexican place next to a veterinarian, and we called it The Cat And Dog Hospital.
The Mexican place, not the vet’s office.
We’d go there every day, and you could hear the barking through the wall of the dining room.
Strange thing was, as the week went on, the barking got less and less, until there was one or two dogs left on Friday.
Then, you’d place your order, and…
It got quiet all of the sudden.
I started ordering salads there, but I noticed something really strange about the plants in the landscaping…