This looks pretty disgusting — and don’t get me wrong, it didn’t taste much different than it looks — but it was a very sweet meal.
I got stuck in traffic heading back to town from the north ‘burbs at the tail end of rush hour. I was headed to the school where the Missus teaches, to watch her students in their annual talent show. She’d promised me pizza if I got there in time. Well, it became obvious that wasn’t going to happen. I got there right as the show started, and the Missus met me outside the auditorium door with a greasy brown bag with a steak torta from La Pasadita in it.
All her co-teachers had snarfed down the pizza, and she knew I’d be hungry, so she went to the local taqueria and got this and a can of Coke for me, which I ate in a classroom while sitting on one of those tiny chairs kindergartners sit on. (I should have gotten a photo of that. I’m sure I looked awesome.)
Well, anyway, the torta was extremely soggified and cold after sitting in the bag for an hour. I was hungry, though, so I ate it anyway. And gave the Missus a kiss (when her students weren’t looking) to thank her for being so thoughtful.






