Dat funky shit

Fellow bloggers, allow me to inform you all right now that Patrone is not your friend! The shit will get you drunk, numb your senses, and then leave you dry, hung over, and totally miserable. I happened to end up at the taco stand this morning for breakfast and the only reason i am even functioning is because they had menudo!!!! (A hangover's arch enemy, and worst fucking nightmare) You see, back in the day of tilling the land with your trusty horse, and pumping your water outta the ground by hand, no part of an animal was discarded, at all. Some still practice this, including my dear old grandmother, when she came from mexico i gained at least 15 pounds. Home made tortillas, real gorditas made from scratch. She made the most bad ass menudo ever! Real menudo is red, and it has hominy and beef tripe, but the spices that you add and the time it takes to cook, its the best shit around the block. Then there's caldo, that shit is my absolute favorite, but there'll be no discussing that. Caldo stays on the low. Anyhow, Patrone is fun to drink, it'll have standing side ways and shit, but, that shit is liquid death. My guts burn and my head is clear but with that little hint of a dull headache, and the feeling that i'm never gonna stop being this thirsty. But that menudo, it hit that shit right where it was hurting. (all over) and for now i'm pretty straight, hopefully i won't have no kinda relapse back into the sinister hungover phase. The direction of this blog was more at the food, but i had to throw that warning about the patrone up in this peice, that shit will fuckin kill you. Mexican food rules! (so eat it) Nikia to the J out, ya'll hold it down.