#Carnitas Tostada

[rabbitcruiser]

National Taco Day 

Have a taco party with friends, go to a Mexican restaurant, or hit up a taco stand for one of the world’s most beloved and time-honored cuisines.

Tacos are the Mexican equivalent of a sandwich. Instead of bread, a hard or soft tortilla is wrapped or folded around a spicy filling. But, also, in essence, these little folded pockets of goodness are so much more than just a sandwich!

And this is the day to find out why. Because it’s National Taco Day!

History of National Taco Day

It is not known exactly when this tasty food originated, but tacos themselves seem to have been around for a long time. They were first referenced by their current name at the end of the 19th century, but the conquistador Cortez mentioned a meal prepared with tortillas as far back as 1520!

Back in those days, this would have been referring to a type of soft wheat or corn tortillas. Hard taco shells are a much more recent innovation. Of course, as Americans got their hands on this delicious food, it has evolved, morphed, and grown into something that is less of a food and more of an institution! And that’s why National Taco Day was created. To celebrate the grand institution of the taco.

While some people may find themselves celebrating this tasty Mexican dish every week on Taco Tuesday, this is a special National Taco Day that only comes around once a year. So get ready to celebrate and enjoy the beauty and flavor of the taco!

How to Celebrate National Taco Day

Enjoying National Taco Day is super easy with all kinds of options that involve making, eating and celebrating everything that has to do with the taco! Try these ideas out for inspiration:

Go Out to a Mexican Restaurant

And this isn’t referring to Taco Bell. On this day, it is important to find the most authentic, genuinely Mexican establishment possible. Preferably this will be a locally owned and operated restaurant, hopefully with a cook who truly has some Mexican roots!

The tacos at a truly authentic Mexican restaurant will be different from what might be found at an Americanized joint. These genuine tacos will be made with soft corn tortillas (not deep-fried or baked) that are filled with meat.

The meat options will typically be “pollo”, which is chicken, “pastor” which is pork, or “barbacoa” which is usually made with beef. No ground beef here! The meat will have been slow-cooked to perfection in spices that bring the flavor all throughout.

On top of the meat will be a selection of toppings, such as onions, cilantro, pico de gallo, or even sliced radishes or cucumbers. And they absolutely must be served with lime to be freshly squeezed over them just before eating. Delicious!

Throw a Taco Party with Friends

Taco day is often celebrated by having taco parties for friends. Of course, the main activity and one of these parties AND the food would all be the same thing: Tacos! Making them and eating them is all part of the fun.

There are many possible combinations when it comes to making tacos–whether at home alone or at a party. Start with a base filling of beef, chicken, fish, seafood, beans, or vegetables, and then mix and match preferred toppings.

For additional flavors, try a favorite combination of sour cream, guacamole, lettuce, chopped tomato, onion, salsa, pico de gallo and cheese for a tasty treat that’s great for sharing.

Try a Unique Take on Tacos

While most people have a basic idea of what a taco would normally be like, the sky’s the limit when it comes to getting creative with this form of cuisine! As long as it comes in a little pocket, almost anything can become a taco. Try out these unique taco recipes to insert a bit more pizazz into National Taco Day:

Hawaiian Huli Huli Chicken Tacos. Taking it from south of the border to over in the pacific, this fusion taco recipe is amazing. Huli Huli is a kind of chicken that is grilled over mesquite barbeque and basted with pineapple juice, soy sauce and fresh ginger. Add a salsa made from pineapple, mango and avocado, and this taco is absolutely to die for.

Shrimp Tacos with Mango Habanero Salsa. The heat of the habanero pepper combines with the fruity sweetness of the mango to create a balance that will bring tears to the eyes. Plus, simmering red onions in a bit of vinegar creates a pickled flavor that brings everything together.

Chicken Cabbage Potato Tacos with Apple Pico de Gallo. Another rather unique one, this one pulls in those random ingredients left in the kitchen and makes them into something absolutely wonderful.

Irish Guiness Tacos. Where would the Irish be without their beer? The pork in this taco is braised with Guiness, bringing out the deep flavors. Add a bit of lime zest and some crema, and this Irish/Mexican fusion is ready to go.

Finish Things Off with Dessert Tacos

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with adding a little sweetness to the end of a meal. People have used all kinds of different ingredients to morph this dish into something dessert-worthy.

Consider these delicious ideas for dessert tacos:

Apple Pie Tacos. Take an all-American dessert like Apple Pie and put it in a Mexican taco? Yes, please! Regular flour tortillas are deep fried into a taco shape and then dipped in a cinnamon sugar concoction. Fill them with apple pie filling and top with a scoop of vanilla or cinnamon ice cream.

Brown Butter Crepe Choco Tacos. Turn those crepes (made with browned butter) into taco shells by draping them over a taco rack. Allow to cool and fill them with all kinds of deliciousness, such as chocolate ice cream and nutella.

Sugar Cookie Fruit Tacos. Folded just slightly, large sugar cookies make the perfect “shell” for a dessert taco. Add chopped fruit, such as strawberries and kiwi, and top with sweetened whipped cream. This is a delightful summer treat!

Waffle Cone Choco Tacos. Make mini waffles into taco shapes instead of cones. Fill with homemade ice cream or frozen custard, and dip into chocolate. Freeze for 20-30 minutes before serving.

Find National Taco Day Discounts and Deals

Depending on the location, some Mexican themed restaurants may be putting out some special deals in honor of National Taco Day. Although they can change every year, here are some places that have offered deals for past National Taco Days:

Taco John’s. This American chain with more than 400 restaurants in 23 states, has been known to give away one free beef taco (crispy or soft shell) to those who have a coupon–which has been sent out on Twitter in previous years.

Del Taco. WIth more than 600 locations in the southern and western United States, this chain has been known to offer BOGO (Buy One, Get One Free) on various taco platters in celebration of the day.

On the Border. Sick of fast food? This chain offers sit-down service but still has been known to sponsor 50 cent tacos for National Taco Day.

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[terrainofheartfelt]

if I may brag on my accomplishments of the evening a lil bit...

stopped in at the store on the way home to pick up some essentials

assembled dinner for myself (carnitas tostadas btw)

made chex mix to replenish my work snacks stash

made a batch of muffins for my workplace elevenses stash

assembled fudge gift mugs for boss and grandboss

showered

and now, I'm gonna sit on the couch with a heating pad on my back and do silly fandomy things on the computer. like a grownup.

#tuesday again no problem! #started out the day kinda grumpy so I feel great rn #idk what vacation days / remote work days people in my dept are planning on taking #but tomorrow is the big holiday party so it's a safe bet they'll be around to get their gifts #the tradition I got from my mom is gifting homemade fudge :)

[taakosleftshoe]

Steeplechase episode 1 thoughts- THERE WILL BE SPOILERS. These are like live posts but all in one okay?

WE GOT CONFIRMED FIRST NAME PC SPELLINGS :D

,, starting out with a non McElroy voice👀 Krystal with a k?

STEEPY WATCH. Like Disney video blogs oh my god ily

"Don't eat the flakes" we are getting some heavy social commentary here about corporations

Dentonic made a one of a kind enamel pin with gold ahaha who would do something like that 👁️

OH MY GOD THE INTRO SONG ❤️❤️❤️❤️ it reminds me of John Cena I'm sorry but it's so good. And we've got all these different elements going on with it oh my god I'm obsessed let me memorize it into my skull

Strong opener Justin mhm

I should have had "Griffin wreaks havoc out of game in his role as a player" and "Travis makes a sex joke" on the bingo card

The woman from the sky yesyeysyes

HER ACCENT I LOVE HER SO MUCH. She's my favorite already I I'm i

THE CHARACTER VOICES- beef's is so fun

Griffin started talking and I thought he was speaking as Montrose and I was about to say "dude that's JUST your voice" .. I am a wee bit foolish

WAIT THERES A LYNDON VOICE AND A BEEF VOICE <3

Montrose has an old timey rich guy voice (carnival barker) aND IT FITS SO WELL WITH WHAT HE DOES I SHOULD JAVE SEEN THIS COMING

Warm bodies? Is uhhh there a lot of cold ones?

GRAVEL<3

Does Montroses voice count as an accent because I think it should. It has a certain cadence to it . Also I want a bingo spot.

A big unveiliiiiiing 👀 they are dropping the pin in cereal. I uhh I missed that connector tbh I did not realize it was related. That's what I get for pausing so much lol

Do you think they're gonna eat the cereal to get to the pin

I love the ominous carnival music in the background

YAY DICE ARE OUT BABY. Mechanics baby

I want a carnitas tostada so bad right now. It's not related to the plot but idk the music reminds me of it

SHEETS?🥺🤞❤️

Of course Justin would combine his two loves of theme parks and cereal

Slipper, matchstick, and trashbag. I love you Justin for opening a random object generator and deciding that these are your NPCs.

Sorry but is that Minecraft sheep in the background right now?

"assault" "a pepper" shoulda put Travis makes a dumb joke on the bingo too

I like that the rule is once you start planning you're already there

I like that they're gonna undercut the other thieves akdnakndak

UESTACE!! AND WE GOT A SPELLING❤️ the bad news is that it's abysmal! I think it's supposed to be futuristic though. Gotta update the wiki.

Hold on. The hard light grandpa calls him papa and also does manual labor. They really are alive huh

I like that though. Very Pinocchio though in a kinda fucked up future way

Emerich wears a jumpsuit coverall 😌💪 win for character design. Also I love him he's the IT guy in an appliances guy kinda way

Also is steeplechase title the sleeping beauty font <3

CLINT ROLLED GOOD!!!!! REAL GOOD!

Oooh Montrose stealth by blending iiiiin I love this character. I think that these characters play well into the player strengths!!

Justin is doing so good by the way I knew he would be great as a GM !!!!<3

I need trav to crit fail this cereal roll so bad that beef takes damage

HAHAHAHA HE GOT TWO ONES ARE YOU KIDDING I HAVE THE FORESIGHT OF A GOD

CRIT AGAIN CRIT AGAIN

Awww. Good enough for me. This is fun

That was a sneaky move to get them away ayeheh

I don't quite get how the dice works

OH HE GOES MASKLESS. A PLAIN FACE. we did think that would be something but, (is now a good time to reference the dream thing...)

Oooh he actually got the guard to leave his post👀

Perception check😏 sorry sorry "survey"

TAKE TWO STRESS👀👀👁️👀👁️👀👁️ I like that mechanic a lot

I expect many more "he beefed it" jokes in the future

Finally. A TAZ campaign with vloggers.

I really like the dynamic here with Montrose and the people it's fun

Also Montrose is doing this whole STEALTH thing toooo a Livestream audience 💀 good job bud

This is gonna go HORRIBLY wrong.

YEAHHHH VACUUM TUBE

how.. how big is the tube...

Justin's Taako voice came out there for a second "okay they're distracted what are you gonna do now?"

Beef is so good at distracting

Montrose. How the hell do you think this will work. You have made no change then like turned on them WITH AUDIENCES OF LITERALLY EVERYONE - I mean idk how far away from them they were they probably didn't hear

Haha yeah roll for it baybeee

HEYYY THEY USED THE HARD LIGHT PEOPLE AS GHOSTS @phennoraptor CALLED ITTTTT

Montrose. C'mon. What is happening sir

HAKSHDLDBKkdh THEY BEAT THEM TO IT

I'm kinda glad they fucked that one up. It's for funsies. They just did it so goddamn bad that I don't know how they'll possibly fix it!

I'm going to start working on their designs this weekend so expect a drawing😌 overall love this ep and super excited for more!

#sierra speaks #taz steeplechase spoilers #taz steeplechase #taz spoilers #the adventure zone

[jacqcrisis]

Broke out the carnitas I made a while ago out of the freezer and made some tostadas and rice

#cooking stuff #pretty good #need to get better at frying the corn tortillas #and the rise turned out a little tomatoey

[moreclaypigeons]

Tagged by @entguarde !!

1. Three ships: the titanic, SS Hornet, Mayfl- oh shit wrong ships ok. Oksamber (Amber Gris + Oksana Kodira from The Adventure Zone ethersea<3), Lumity (Amity Blight + Luz Noceda from The Owl House), and Fierrochase (Magnus Chase + Alex Fierro from Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)

2. First ship: Percabeth (twinsies ENT!!) <3 absolutely my beloveds I was obsessed with them both as characters and their dynamic together and how it developed cause it was truly just build on trust and respect and time. They're the og blupjeans

3. Last song: Olive Branch by Sophie Holohan

4. Last movie: Glass Onion! I am not a big movie person but holy shit I fell in love w this movie and its whole genre. I really want to watch knives out now.

5. Currently reading: nothing..? I just finished Frankenstein though and have a few more weeks(?) worth of research and analysis etc to do with that one for my class so

6. Currently watching: not a TV person! Guess I'm like rewatching Dan and Phil w one friend and watching Markiplier play FNAF with another? If that counts?

7. Currently consuming: in the middle of an ethersea relisten! Episode 20 baybeee

8. Currently craving: a carnitas tostada. There is never a time when I am not.

9. Currently playing: this was not part of the original tag but I want to see everyones video games. I'm currently playing Sims 4 occasionally. And also Wii sports w my friends. And spore. Yeah okay half the things I've said in this tag make it seem like 2013 tbh but if it's not broken don't fix it

9. Tagging: @interstellar-interloper @boydykedevo @starry--skies @yourlocalvastard

#tag game #sierra speaks

[authentic009876]

Authentic Mexican Food Items and Street Food Delights

Introduction:

Embarking on a gastronomic journey through the vibrant streets of Mexico unveils a world of flavors that tantalize the taste buds and showcase the diverse culinary heritage of the country. From traditional Mexican dishes to street food delights, the authenticity and boldness of Mexican cuisine are celebrated worldwide. In this blog post, we will delve into some best restaurants in houston with a spotlight on the irresistible allure of Mexican street food and the classic torta sandwich recipe.

Famous Mexican Food:

Mexican cuisine is renowned for its bold and complex flavors, often achieved through a combination of fresh ingredients and traditional cooking techniques. best authentic mexico food in houston Tacos, enchiladas, tamales, and guacamole are just a few examples of famous Mexican dishes that have become global favorites. Tacos, with their versatile fillings such as carne asada, al pastor, or carnitas, showcase the rich tapestry of Mexican flavors in a handheld delight.

Mexican Street Food Recipes:

One cannot truly experience the essence of Mexican cuisine without indulging in the array of street mexican street food recipes food offerings that line the bustling streets. Street vendors, or "taqueros," skillfully prepare mouth-watering delicacies that capture the heart of locals and visitors alike. One iconic street food item is elote, grilled corn on the cob coated with a savory mixture of mayonnaise, cheese, chili powder, and lime. This snack perfectly balances sweet, savory, and spicy flavors.

Another beloved street food classic is churros, deep-fried dough pastries dusted with cinnamon sugar. These delectable treats are often enjoyed with a cup of hot chocolate, creating a comforting and satisfying experience. mexican torta sandwich Tostadas, crisp tortillas piled high with various toppings like beans, cheese, salsa, and avocado, are also popular street food choices that offer a symphony of textures and tastes.

Torta Mexican Recipe:

The torta, a Mexican sandwich, is a culinary masterpiece that combines a soft bolillo or telera roll with a variety of flavorful fillings. One classic version is the Torta Ahogada, hailing from the city of Guadalajara. torta mexican recipe This "drowned sandwich" features carnitas (slow-cooked pork) smothered in a spicy tomato-based sauce, creating a succulent and spicy flavor explosion with each bite.

To recreate the authentic Torta Ahogada experience at home, start by slow-cooking pork until it's tender and flavorful. Prepare a spicy tomato sauce using a blend of chilies, tomatoes, and aromatic spices. Assemble the sandwich by placing the carnitas in the bolillo or telera roll, generously ladle the tomato sauce over it, and top with pickled onions for an added zing. The result is a mouthwatering creation that captures the essence of Mexican street food in every bite.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, exploring the world of authentic Mexican food items and street food delights unveils a culinary adventure filled with bold flavors, vibrant colors, and rich traditions. From classic Mexican dishes to the tempting array of street food options and the savory goodness of a torta sandwich, each bite tells a story of Mexico's culinary heritage. Whether you're savoring the complexity of a taco or indulging in the satisfying crunch of a churro, Mexican cuisine is a celebration of taste that continues to captivate food enthusiasts worldwide.

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[dan6085]

Mexican cuisine is known for its bold flavors, diverse ingredients, and vibrant dishes. Here are 20 popular Mexican grill foods with brief details about each dish:

1. **Tacos al Pastor:** Thinly sliced pork marinated with spices and chili, cooked on a vertical rotisserie, served in soft corn tortillas with pineapple, onions, and cilantro.

2. **Carne Asada:** Grilled and marinated beef, usually flank or skirt steak, served in tacos, burritos, or as a main dish with rice and beans.

3. **Grilled Shrimp Tacos:** Succulent shrimp seasoned and grilled, served in warm tortillas with cabbage slaw, avocado, and a tangy sauce.

4. **Barbacoa:** Slow-cooked, seasoned meat, traditionally beef or lamb, often served in tacos or as a filling for tortas (Mexican sandwiches).

5. **Grilled Fish Tacos:** Fresh fish fillets (such as mahi-mahi or tilapia) grilled and served in soft tortillas with lettuce, salsa, and creamy sauce.

6. **Quesadillas:** Tortillas filled with cheese, grilled until crispy. Additional fillings like mushrooms, squash blossoms, or meat can be added.

7. **Elote:** Grilled corn on the cob coated with mayonnaise, cotija cheese, chili powder, and lime juice, a popular street food.

8. **Chiles Rellenos:** Roasted and peeled poblano peppers stuffed with cheese, meat, or seafood, dipped in egg batter, and fried until golden.

9. **Fajitas:** Grilled strips of marinated meat, usually chicken, beef, or shrimp, served with sautéed peppers and onions, and accompanied by tortillas and condiments.

10. **Carnitas:** Slow-cooked, seasoned pork usually served in tacos or burritos, known for its tender and flavorful texture.

11. **Tamales:** Masa (corn dough) filled with various ingredients like meats, chilies, or vegetables, wrapped in corn husks and steamed.

12. **Grilled Vegetable Fajitas:** Grilled assortment of vegetables such as bell peppers, zucchini, and mushrooms, served in fajitas style, perfect for vegetarians.

13. **Guacamole:** Mashed avocado mixed with onions, tomatoes, cilantro, lime juice, and spices, served as a dip with tortilla chips or alongside grilled dishes.

14. **Chimichangas:** Deep-fried burritos filled with a mixture of meat, beans, cheese, and spices, often served with guacamole and sour cream.

15. **Sopes:** Thick, round cornmeal cakes with raised edges, topped with refried beans, meat, lettuce, cheese, salsa, and sour cream.

16. **Alambres:** Skewers of grilled meat (beef, chicken, or pork) with bell peppers, onions, bacon, and cheese, often served with tortillas.

17. **Tostadas:** Crispy corn tortillas topped with refried beans, shredded lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, sour cream, and choice of meat.

18. **Enchiladas:** Rolled corn tortillas filled with meat, cheese, or beans, covered in chili sauce, and baked until bubbly and golden, then served with rice and beans.

19. **Pozole:** Hearty soup made with hominy (dried corn kernels treated with an alkali), meat (usually pork), and seasoned with chili, garnished with lettuce, radishes, onions, and lime.

20. **Ceviche:** Fresh seafood (fish, shrimp, or both) marinated in lime juice, mixed with onions, tomatoes, cilantro, and chili peppers, served cold as a refreshing appetizer.

These dishes showcase the rich culinary heritage of Mexico, each offering a unique and delightful experience for food enthusiasts around the world.

[miltacos]

#347 Taco de ensalada de nopales curados con sal.

CIGMexico, Atizapán de Zaragoza, Estado de México.

Curar nopales con sal para evitar cocinarlos, fijar color, disminuir el contenido del mucílago o baba, y hacerlos crujientes, brillantes y suculentos es probablemente una de las técnicas de cocina mexicana con trazabilidad más antigua de todo el recetario nacional.

En general los nopales tiernos tienen poco mucílago que es muy benéfico para la saludo, y en esta técnica permite aprovechar al máximo el contenido de fibra, sabores herbáceos y sensación crujiente del nopal. Combinado con elementos frescos como la cebolla, jitomate, queso y toque de aceite de oliva y sal los hace una perfecta ensalada.

Dicha ensalada es utilizada en el centro de México como entrada/guarnición de diversos platos de cocción larga como moles, barbacoas o carnitas, y en general puede consumirse con chicharrón de cerdo en forma de taco o tostadas.

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[rabbitcruiser]

International Carrot Day

Bake it into a cake, crunch it with some ranch, or cook it up in a butter sauce: the carrot is healthy, tasty, and surprisingly easy to grow for your own.

Ahhh, the ubiquitous carrot. A favorite food of rabbits, amazing for the eyesight, and the foundation of what is easily one of the greatest cakes ever conceived! This root vegetable is full of vitamins and nutrition, while being tasty as well!

When people think of a carrot, it’s doubtless that the mind is immediately brought to the bright orange root with the green foliage. The same one that is often found sticking out of the face of a snowman during winter.

But does everyone know that orange is just one of the many colors that carrots naturally come in? In fact, orange isn’t even the most common color of carrots outside of the Americas!

International Carrot Day is a perfect opportunity to learn more about all of the various cultivars of carrot, and what they can bring to the enjoyment and nutrition of meals!

History of International Carrot Day

The history of International Carrot Day is really the history of the carrot, and research of this incredibly popular root has revealed that it likely finds its origins in Central Asia. Through thousands of years of careful cultivation, the world has ultimately arrived at the bright orange, slightly sweet, not at all bitter variety of carrot that is regularly found in recipes today!

International Carrot Day, itself, was established in 2003 and it has spread throughout the world to all the places the carrot is known. By 2012. International Carrot Day Celebrations had found their way around the globe to several countries on different continents, including France, Sweden, Italy, Russia, Japan, Australia, and the United Kingdom.  

As previously mentioned, there are multiple varieties of this popular vegetable, known as cultivars, that range away from the traditional orange color people typically think of.

There’s the purple dragon carrot, a lovely form of this root vegetable that has a deliciously complex flavor, slightly spicy with a kid-friendly sweetness. There’s also a lovely yellow carrot that is colored as bright yellow as a banana but has a wonderful flavor all its own.

Carrots are the foundation of so many meals, from rich and savory stews to sweet cakes and candies. They can serve as almost any part of a meal as well, including a sweet candied carrot or as the color to a tray of richly roasted vegetables.

International Carrot Day celebrates this root in all its uses, forms and flavors!

How to Celebrate International Carrot Day

Enjoying International Carrot Day is a fairly simple concept that mostly revolves around eating carrots, of course. But other creative ideas can also be thrown into the mix!

Eat Carrots, Carrots, and More Carrots

The easiest and tastiest way to celebrate International Carrot Day is to make sure that carrots are featured in every meal!

Start the day with a couple of carrot-apple breakfast muffins. Then take along a bag of baby carrots with a bit of ranch dressing for a snack throughout the day. Round out the lunch meal with a slice of delicious carrot cake.

Then, at dinner, enjoy the fundamental flavor of roast vegetables featuring the favorite of the day: the carrot!

Make a Carrot Cake

A tasty favorite for many, the carrot cake uses this vegetable in a surprising way. Adding spice to the cake and topping it with cream cheese frosting is the perfect way to enjoy and celebrate this versatile vegetable.

Plant Some Carrots

One great way to honor the carrot is by taking a try at growing some! They’re not a difficult plant to grow, but they do require soil that is in good condition. They can be planted from seed indoors in cooler months and then moved outdoors when the weather is warmer.

Because they tend to grow around rocks and other roots in the soil, home grown carrots may not turn out exactly straight. In fact, it can be fairly entertaining to see what shapes they grow into while hiding underground! No matter what shape they are, they’re sure to be delicious and nutritious.

Throw a Carrot Party

People who are looking for a place to serve that carrot cake they made might as well go ahead and host a International Carrot Day Party! Gather some friends together and enjoy all of the lovely benefits and tastes of carrots. The menu will obviously be filled with multiple appetizers, snacks, and desserts all including carrots as ingredients.

Don’t forget that Carrot Juice and Carrot Shots are fun ways to ingest this healthy food. For orange-themed drinks that aren’t made of carrots, consider orange soda or soft drinks, just to keep things interesting.

Decorate the room in various orange and green items (balloons, crepe paper, paper goods, etc.) and carrot-themed decor. For even more fun, have guests dress head-to-toe in orange. It might even be fun, for a friend who isn’t highly sensitive about their red ‘carrot-top’ hair, to be the guest of honor!

Visit the Carrot Museum

Who knew that there was an entire museum dedicated to learning about carrots? And the best thing of all is that it’s accessible to anyone because it’s a Virtual Museum! Hosted by the World Carrot Museum foundation, the online page offers all kinds of opportunities and adventures in carrots.

Take an interactive tour, learn about the history and evolution of the carrot, see the difference between domesticated and wild carrots, and even discover ancient manuscripts and illustrations that are all related to this venerable veg!

International Carrot Day really is an opportunity for the all-purpose vegetable, breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert. And a nose for a snowman! Carrots really can do it all!

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[foodieproject]

Instant Pot Carnitas Tostadas - Savory, juicy, crispy pork carnitas made quick in the instant pot then finished off in the oven for perfectly crispy edges then layered on tostadas and topped with all the fixings! https://www.jennifermeyering.com/instant-pot-carnitas-tostadas/

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[formeryelpers]

Tacos Delta, 3806 W Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles (Silver Lake), CA 90026

Tacos Delta has been serving tacos in Silver Lake since 1981, long before Silver Lake was hipster central. They claim to have the best chilaquiles in town. As tempting as the claim was, I also heard they had great fish tacos. The menu includes breakfast plates (egg dishes, chilaquiles), breakfast burritos, quesadillas, combination plates, specials, tortas, tostadas, sopes, ceviche, burritos, soups, nachos, burgers, and drinks. A taco is $2.60 (carne asada, carnitas, al pastor, pollo) and $2.75 for birria, lengua, and chile verde.

1 fish taco & 1 shrimp taco with rice & beans ($13.85): The fish tacos are Baja style: fried battered fish with finely shredded lettuce, diced tomato, diced onions, and a mildly spicy & creamy chipotle sauce. The tacos come on two lightly crisped up corn tortillas. The fish and shrimp tacos had the same toppings and sauce. The veggies were fresh, the lettuce crispy, the tortillas warm and the fish crispy on the outside and not greasy. The sauce is slightly sweet. Good tacos though I would’ve loved something pickled and more cilantro. The refried pinto beans topped with cheese were very flavorful and creamy. The Mexican rice was fine. They also provided two squeeze bottles of salsa (red and green). Both were very good, though I favored the spicier red salsa.

Order from the walk-up window. They’ll bring your food to you if you opt to dine in (sit in the outdoor patio area). The patio is covered and has plants and artwork – it’s a nice space.

They have their own parking lot. The sign says parking is limited to 30 minutes.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

#Tacos Delta #breakfast burrito #chilaquiles #burrito #taco #torta #fish tacos #Silver Lake

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[IP] Record Store

So there was Preston in the back storage room slash business office with his feet up on the desk reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles picturing Colin Farrell as Angel Clare right around the part where he's carrying Tess and the other milkmaids across the pond and tuning out easily at this point the steady rumbles of what's obviously Mary and Jer disintegrating into the void to 'Xtal' by Aphex Twin up front, the equally steady pot smoke creeping through the cracks, creases and that still unseemly hole in the door Tanner brought to perfect life Last Summer and he heard the bells jang as September came in with everyone's pick-up orders from El Borrego with her magic voice announcing "Buuur...iii...tooooo's" to the tune of Thus Sprake Zarathustra, sending the signal it was time to find a good place to leave off the novel and fall back into the fold. "Unda Prez-a," Jer was totally vibing. Preston carefully plucked out the grusomely funneling joint from Jer's outstretched arm struggling to grip the shabby and dessicated roastbone without burning his eyes or lips, only half-succeeding in getting a decent hit, mostly because of Jer's terrible joint-rolling skills but also partially because a portion of his focus was on currently fire-engine-red-haired Septy whisking by him with a definitely-something glance and a bag of smelly Mexican goodness. The EDM or IDM served well as an assuring mutual friend slash smoothing harbinger for the smoke and it's subsequent high. "No drink, Presty?" Preston heard September asking with a smile as she sat down on the register counter two massive bulging plastic bags, gently shooing away Andy, one of Mary's many in-store male cats. "Must be reading. What was it...? Tess of the Baskervilles, somethin?" "Yes but done for the day. Was about to grab a Yuengling, you want?" "Are you crazy, man? El Boreggo night calls for Modelo, no substitute. Drink Yuengling with like, a cheesesteak or somethin," said Jer, horizontally-compromised joint in mouth, coming over and grabbing his molettes and salsa verde. "No mo Modelo, ese. Yuengling, Hamm's, Michelob, or Redd's." "Don't touch my Redd's," said Mary jokingly and pointing with mock authority, seatting herself behind the register and struggling to unpack her huareches and tripe tostadas above and around Andy, all grey and meowing pathetically, circling round her lap and sniffing precariously with black nose the plastic bag handles. "Yuengling it is," Septy answered, holding out to Preston his classic steak tacos with cilantro, onions and lime wedges parallel to her other outstretched hand, indicating the trade. "Damn, man. That's major rough-goings," Jerry admitted, settling for a Michelob. "Verge? Redd's?" "You already know." Quiet munchage amidst the sonic fog of the Selected Ambient Works, Marvin, Andy, Cheech and Jupiter all in subtle greedy cat-orbit and Septy looks up and says: "Do you guys realize literally how many movies there are? For example." She set down her massive chicken-steak-carnitas burrito and wiped her hands. "How many Pink Panther movies do you think there are?" "Six." "Seven." "Eight." "Nine." Fucking nine? "And that's not including remakes. Technically, theres at least eleven that we know of," she added, reassuming her attack on the steaming rito. "Fuck. Killer." Jer. "And how many have you seen?" asked Mary while trying to convince a skeptical grey Andy into tasting a piece of tripe. "I've seen the first one." "Kinda buff are you?" Preston poked, knocking back a glug of beer with eye contact. "I know." "Don't blame you, Sep--that cartoon is fucked. That music is fucked. Major bad vibes," said Jerry, spilling salsa on his shirt. "Oh, come on, man..." "Thing is Jer they're not totally cartoons, that was a kids show based off the movies. It's got actors. Peter Sellers." Preston informed him. Mary was laughing at Andy's nervous nibble and traumatised flee. "So wait, is he in all nine?" "Basically. Maybe like, six or seven," September answered, glib as always about her obscure knowledge of the medium. "So why only the first, Septy? Wasn't a fan?" "Not that. Just far too many original films out there to be wasting time on sequels. I never watch a sequel." "Bullshit," accused Preston, closing the styrofoam box lid which just popped right back open. "Empire Strikes Back? Terminator 2?" "The Godfather 2?" Mary added, Preston pointing madly at her with reinforcement and going "mmm..! mmm..!" since his mouth was occupied with incoming beer. "Cheech and Chong's Next Movie?" Jer threw in. "Okay--Empire, yes--but only because I was a kid, and hadn't developed my own movie-watching proclivities yet. No Terminator. No Godfather. No Cheech and Chong. Sorry, Jer." "So you mean to tell me that assuming you've watched Star Wars as an adult, you decided not to catch Empire Strikes Back?" Preston. "Yes, because I already saw it as a kid! And before you ask, yes, same goes for Return of the Jedi." "So you didn't like Star Wars," Mary, attempting to clarify. "No no, I did. I liked all of them." Confused looks and incredulous upturned palms. "What I'm saying is, is, okay. That particular trilogy was made purposefully to be just that--a trilogy. The story of Luke and Leia and all of em was designed to spread over three films, correct? And since I have in fact seen all three, I have completed the experience of the the whole story. Thus, I have never felt the need to rewatch Empire or Return of the Jedi by themselves, because it's only part of the story. If I want to experience the story again, it would require that I watch all three, start to finish, or else it would seem too strange." "I get it, I think," Jer was nodding, basically following, throwing back what was left of the salsa verde like a shooter. "Fair enough, but here's my question," Mary continued. "So according to that logic--well, before I ask, I'm assuming you have indeed seen Godfather, willingly, as an adult, yes?" "Of course--a bit overrated, bad sound mixing, screaming babies and all that, seven-point-nine outta ten--but yes. I know where you're going with this, I think." "You watched all three Godfathers for the first time all in a row," Preston concluded aloud, this time Mary being the one mid-gulp with the excited hums and concurring pointing. September smiled, looking coy. Good detective work, buddies. Only one problem. Before she spoke up, Jerry, whom the other three friends just assumed was not really even listening, made clear the answer. "No, she didn't. Coppolla never wanted there to be sequels." "Eeex-act-ly. I'm impressed, dude," said Septy, giving Jer a proud slap o' the leg and head tilt. Mary was impressed, too--by Jerry's basically enigmatic success in his conclusion-drawing, yes--but mostly with Septy. Is she a little closed-minded? Sure. But, hey, no blatent hypocrisy as far as she could tell. Preston on the other hand was feeling something a little less satisfying, something in the realm of 'I gotta hand it to em' with just a splash of violent rage, because well of course there's that Nietzschian-level pride of his and can you fucking believe it that goddamn Jerry out of all people figured a thing out before he did, although virtually none of this could be detected on his face.   "Gotta hand it to you, Jer." Preston raised his bottle to him--already back to happy normal--having in the last ten seconds recognized the sorrowful re-emergence of this contemptible pride, it's recent wound, it's subsequent patching and tending to, and finally his psycho-doctoral prescribing of something like concentrated ego-poisoning magnanimity for the allowance of it's recovery and subsequent re-dissappearance, now directly returning back into the fluid intangible abyss, if for nothing else but a necessary energetic reattuning if you will for both the short- and long-term betterment of his double-crossing, ever-wayward, fickle blackguard of a soul.  "So you guys get it, right? If it's a truly worthwhile story, it must be enjoyed from the beginning. Preston. You know what I mean, right? Have you ever started reading a book for the second time, and just start in the middle somewhere?" "All the time." "Oh...okay. Well." "Still, you really ought to see Terminator 2. Whether Cameron planned it or not, I don't know. Same goes for Godfather 2. Not all sequels are a waste of time, you know," said Mary. "Wayne's World 2? Del Preston? You mean you haven't seen Del Preston telling the story about Ozzy and the brown M&M's? That's a fuckin' shame, Septy, really," added Jer. "Oh, shit! Del...Preston! Prez, I'm totally calling you Del from now on!" Preston smiled. "I had to beat them to death with their own shoes." Septy cupped her chin, considering. "I suppose films are films. I dunno. I'll think about it, I guess." Mary smiled, encouraging: "And all those horror movie sequels? I mean, come on." "Speaking of horror shows. Tanner will be back tomorrow for sure, right?" Preston asked Jerry. "Pretty sure. I mean, unless his Dad does somethin, which, I mean..." They all muttered in understanding. When Tan's Dad fell into that coma Last Summer it took weeks before he stepped foot back into the Store, and only then it was a quick in and out to pick up a small stack of records, CDs and an old player that, when accosted by his slightly concerned friends, he claimed were his Dad's favorites over the years. 'Soon enough,' the others figured. Just let him be. It wasn't until somewhere around the week before Thanksgiving that they had all agreed that no longer could they stand Zack Mixon being Tanner's replacement, the fact that he wasn't being paid nonwithstanding: the kid was just too fucking annoying. After catching Tanner one grey November day in the back, slumped down on the low sofa with half the lights off, two empty Olde English fortys at his feet with one also in-hand plus two more unopened ones laying next to him along with some small white dots of cocaine speckling the table in front of him, half-listening to Placebo's "Without You, I'm Nothing" and barely keeping in his mouth a mass of wet sunflower seeds, Mary and September had exchanged glances, sat on either side of him, decided this was not the real Tanner they loved at all and attempted to put together a soultion that would combine everybody's interests. Spending nearly every day at the hospital wasn't doing him any good at all at this point, they said, and not to mention that they're all seriously missing him at the Store and how him returning for at least a couple or three shifts minimum a week starting after Thansgiving would be the implementation to get Tan back to himself. After this plea from the girls, Tanner consented immediately, knowing in his brain already this was basically the thing to do: return to work, fall into routine, drop the worrying. Just needed to hear it from someone else. Everyone was finished eating. Mary was collecting the miscellaneous scraps of meat or cheese from everyone's styrofoam and putting them on four small plates used for teacups and spreading them around the floor, the cat's making a cute but rather obnoxious onrush of meowing all the while, the ones finishing first being greedy and moving to a different cat's plate. Preston grabbed another beer, took a swig, set it down and proceeded to clear from the tables everybody's trash: picking up napkins and wiping up salsa, collecting unopened plastic silverware, empty pico de gallo side cups and  bits of chip and tomato, all with a certain you could say urgency. Septemeber was looking at him like boy oh boy look at the clean freak. Jerry, having finished and crushed his empty beer can handed it to Preston and said to Septy, noticing her gaze: "Like Jack Lemmon in The Odd Couple, eh, Septy?" "You're on a roll, today, Jerry."

***

Jerry was due at any moment to clock in. So far today there came in about ten people since opening, most of them twenty-something semi-regular browsers who stop in once or twice a month and usually head straight to the Newly Acquired section, having browsed the regular shelves pretty much to their full extent already. A middle-aged mom came in saying she was only killing time until her dentist's appointment around the corner. Is it me, or does something smell in here, I can't place it? Day off for Septy. At the register, Tanner was staring sideways out of the windows and noticed an older couple approaching the entrance. The husband carried a cane, and Tanner placed the both of them anywhere between seventy and eighty years old. His wife walked directly beside him with her arm through his, leading him forward with affection and staid dilligence.The old man had a countenance that revealed a steady resilience of mind. Tanner checked him out, and could tell this old man was going to do what he wanted, when he wanted, despite the latent haze of tainted logic, begging for surrender. A look at the wife, and you could notice her admiring this quality in her husband, proving his air of steadiness not to be stubbornness and resenting, but humble, dilligent nobility. After a few seconds of watching the couple approaching the curb, Tanner noticed he had been spaced out for he didn't know how long, not really thinking, but not really content. His brain finally jostled itself loose when he noticed the white-haired wife bracing herself just a little in order to help get the husband up onto the curb. He hurried around the counter to pop outside and assist them to the door. The wife smiled with tender gratitude, and asked that Tanner first help herself onto the curb, at which point she would be able to help her husband up on her own. Once they got inside, Tanner holding wide the door for them, the wife sat her husband gently down into the nearest chair. Once her husband got comfortable, she turned, smiled, and asked Tanner politely if they sell here a CD copy of something by Waylon Jennings, anything would do, but preferably a greatest hits compilation. She talked briefly on how her husband sang in a country-western band back in the day that often covered Waylon songs. She went on, telling how they had a rather long drive out-of-state to attend a funeral for one of the husband's former band-mates. They were leaving the day after tomorrow, and it came into her head that maybe her husband would like to hear some of the songs they used to play as something to do for their car ride. Tanner found this very thoughtful of her, but did not smile. He checked the shelves and after a moment returned with a few different discs for the couple to choose from. He fanned out the handful of CDs for the two, and moved them over to directly in front of the sitting husband at the wife's request, so as to let him see better and choose. Tanner did so (speaking a little loudly, also requested by the wife) and pointed out the ones that were greatest hits. The husband looked them over carefully one at a time, and Tanner could see a flash in his eyes as they passed over 1967's Waylon Sings Ol' Harlan, at which Tanner loudly asked if he recognized that one. "Yeah. First one I bought from him. Wasn't forty-five, though. Big thirty-three. Do they have a thirty-three?" He turned to his wife. "This is for in the car, Richard. Them albums can't play in those. It's a CD, not a forty-five. Is that one a compilation, honey?" she asked Tanner. "No ma'am, I don't believe so. I know this one and this one is," Tanner pointed out 1979's Greatest Hits, and a 20th Century Masters comp. "But not this one?" She pointed to Waylon Sings. "I don't believe so. I can't be sure, because I actually haven't listened to this one yet." "Oh, you like this old music? Well do you know which one would be good?" Tanner, having never heard a Waylon Jennings song once in his life, decided to point out Greatest Hits as his favorite.   "Okay. Richard. This one isn't a compilation, it's just a regular album. Do you want this one or do you want one of those others? Because these others he said are compilations." "Hm?" "This one right here? This one you said you liked? It's not a compilation. So you won't get as many songs. Is that okay, or would you rather have one of these here, with more poplar songs?" "Uh-huh. No, no." "So which one do you want, this one, or one of the compilations?" He looked from her back down to the fanned CDs, pulled an arm up and set a finger on Waylon Sings. "Yeah. I had that one. Big thirty-three." "Alright, we'll get this one," she was talking to her husband, slow and loud. "But I'm gonna get this one too, that he recommended, okay? Just in case this ain't as good." After a few seconds, the husband gave a gruff sound of consent. "We'll take these two, honey. Thank you so much. Can you ring them up for us while I'm bringing out my purse?" "No problem, ma'am. You guys can just stay right there, and I'll be right back to let you know how much it is." Tanner was a little loud saying this, in hopes that the husband would register that they would be done soon and wouldn't grow unnecessarily impatient. The husband did not display any outward sign at all that this would likely happen, but Tanner's acute empathy as always suggested he ought to pre-ameliorate and so he felt that possibly humoring him couldn't hurt. After allowing the wife a minute to pull her husband to his feet, he handed her the bag of CDs and brough her her change, quickly heading back and forth from the open register to the couple. He opened the door and was eager to help them all the way to the car, but detected that likely the two would rather be alone again quite quickly, so he simply took them to the curb before returning inside. There also came in before the older couple a father and his boy who were around thirty-five and thirteen, respectively. They had been coming in as a pair like clockwork, twice a month since around the new year. Their tradition was to find a good day when neither of them had any previous plans or obligations, usually a Saturday, and to go to breakfast together followed by a drive someplace else on town, so as to spend his (the son's) allowance. At breakfast, when the father asked his son where he would like to go after they'd finished, the son would always answer with "the record store." Upon their entrance, the father, who gave a friendly nod to Tanner and browsed at a leisurely pace, let the son take as much time as he wanted (well, to a point). Tanner didn't mind working weekends as some of the others and so it happened that almost every time the duo made their ritual appearance, Tanner was there, manning the register or going through boxes somewhere. He began to grow quite fond of spotting the boy, making his way with care up and down the aisles, full of enthusiasm at discovering a hard copy of his own nascent musical interests. He smiled at seeing the kid so excited, because Tanner could tell that this was and has been for a while the highlight of the kid's week. Tanner could tell the son was introverted, a bit neurotic for his age, but brightly open-hearted and just stewing in quiet passion. Once inside the Store, the kid would remove his hat and gloves with care, head for the closest shelf and slowly work his way toward the edges of the Store. He would deliberately look down one side of an aisle, then come back up the aisle scanning the opposite side, doing this down every aisle, in order, usually twice. Suddenly, something would grab his attention, an album or sometimes DVD that he recognized, and if he was interested in buying it, he would give it a thorough look-over and leave it sitting on top of the section to go find it later, so as to have free hands throughout this whole blessed experience. If he saw something he recognized and approved of, but didn't want to buy, he would show it to his father, smiling. He would always get get a manly and approving "Yeah" or "Nice" and would put it back right where it was to continue on. Sometimes he would browse for over thirty minutes, at which point Tanner or whoever was there could tell his father was understandably growing a little impatient. With this, the son would return to whatever items he had left out of place and either collect them or put them back, head up to the counter with pride and shyness, check out calmly, but giddy on the inside, grab his bag of goods and tear them open as soon as the two were back and sitting in the car. In back, Mary and Preston going through shit and bopping their heads or singing along to the last chorus of 'Before They Make Me Run' by The Stones, from their Some Girls album, smoking a vape pen with a high-content THC cartridge. They could hear the bells jang and a muffled Jerry's voice greeting Tanner with over-the-top clownish vocal inflections. "Heeey, Mr. tambourine man!" "What's up dude. Having a jingle-jangle morning, I see." "It's tight, I guess." Jerry sniffed. "So, affirmative?" "I got you, man." Jer handed Tanner his baggie and headed towards the back room and the music. "Get outta here. Be up there in a minute." Jerry approached the door and tapped speedily on the wood with both index fingers like a drum roll before entering the back office slash storage space, Tanner hearing the music heighten and lower again as he went in. Once he was alone, Tanner pulled out his keys and pressed Unlock twice. After a side-to-side look, he drove one of the keys into the baggie and took a bump. He continued staring out the front windows, spacing out once again rather than auto-starting the car. "What's up, sluts?" "Well, well. The actual beast of burden. Uncanny," said Mare as Jer shut the door. "Where we at?" Mary cleared some albums off her lap and pushed herself up and out of the Indian stance with unexpected grace. "So this box needs dusted, and these still need tested, both sides." Preston was also standing up and stretching, pointing at the work they had left and handing Jer the vape pen. "As far as the testees go, You got a Kings of Leon, a Linkin Park or two, some other shit and still about a thousand Cat Stevens in the back, if, you know. I dunno what else. But I saved you a Prodigy. You're welcome. I'm outta here." "What! No shit, which one? Mare? Who the fuck brought a Prodigy?" "I, don't..." "The other day, I forgot to tell you. Just some old dude with a dopeass Killswitch shirt, had lots of nineties and aughts stuff," said Mary, throwing on a jacket and pulling out shoes. "He brought everything there. Besides the Yusef, obviously." Jer went up to the box of testees Preston had indicated and the two headed out the back door for smokes and Jer rifling through, going "Jilted, not Fat...Jilted, not Faaat..." The dorky-but-somewhat-likeable eighteen-year-old Zack Mixon single-handedly brings in an average of eleven percent of the Store's revenue from the past year, September found out one day. He also came in today. Usually it's around four p.m. every other day for him, but it was indeed Saturday, so he showed in the morning, before the middle-aged mom, and the older couple and the father and son. Once dressed for outside, Mary squeezed a tube of purply brown soft cat food onto a plate, set it down on the floor and clicked her tongue. "Preston's out, I'm just going to smoke. Bee arr bee."

***

Return To Sender: Dive into Remembrance. Bathe in Everlasting. Dissolve and be Whole. TONIGHT: Stylings of Hakim Papoola. Nervous Muskrat Lounge. 9PM.   Drinks tonight at the Muskrat. Mary had a plus-one: that being Reggie, or, Rigaud, Lagnier, Blandois. Preston had met dark-eyed Reggie outside the Pump and Dollop a couple months back, well after all the hubbub from Last Summer had burned out; lanky, shirtless and looking like a blackguard playing loosely on an oversized acoustic guitar various Latin and raggae-ish melodies to passer-bys and singing with open guitar case at his feet. He looked to Preston rather vivacious and forward-looking for a bum, around his age, billy goatee, newly homeless he could tell--possibly by choice; decent clothes, no smell, no loitering bags of any kind: plastic, trash, or sleeping. Total Dharma. In the late morning light he moved in a way that, to Preston, made him come off as replete with a strangely drawing blend of dissonant and primordial energies. Pres was walking in to grab javas when he spotted Reggie singing powerfully and playing with almost dubious fervor; like he might have been planted and had grown instantaneously to create some impromptu and natural distraction. Anyway, Preston dug him. Coming out from P&D he gave a hallo in Reg's direction, and after introductions the two agreed that Reg aught to come by the Store, address here on this business card, to set up and do his thing sometime this weekend, maybe. These days Reggie sets up out front about twice a week, typically Thursday and Friday night, playing for passer-bys usually when Mary or September is working, because the men often grow tired of the music he plays. When that happens, Preston will tell him to take a break or put on his headphones; Jerry will put on a record and drown out the sound, sometimes inviting Reggie in; Tanner will run out there and tell him to fuck off for a while, sometimes smiling. During her smoke break, Preston and Mary headed down the street a couple blocks toward the Nervous Muskrat Lounge to see if anything good was going on that night, talking along the way and stepping to avoid puddles of melted snow. "Chu gonna do all day?" "Would love to get some writing done." "Well that goes without saying. What else?" "Hmm. Space Golf on PlayBox." "Gotta get that eagle," said Mary, hitting her cigarette and looking up at the Walk/Don't Walk sign. "I'm also rewatching Cosmos on VHS. Carl Sagan. O.G." "I've always wondered if he was pronouncing Uranus correctly." "Got that turtleneck and chain." "Sagan got a a chain? Ayy." "How much my chain cost? Billions and billions." "He never really said that." "That book made me cry." The pair had only to walk a couple blocks down and take one turn before they could see caddy-corner from them the familiar brown bricks and triangled corner building with the long vertical sign of tubey lettering reading MUSKRAT when you looked up to down, all dead and dark and not yet the neon. Posted in the leftmost window near the street was plastered a Hendrix-y colored poster with classic hippie-inspired and the-most-impossible-to-read-font-until-death-metal-came-along lettering that moved in circular spiral-like directions that normal sentences aren't usually supposed to go, enveloping the image of Gustav Dore's depiction of Satan from Paradise Lost, but modified so that in this depiction, the fallen angel is wearing eight-bit sunglasses and smoking a joint. Mare read out the title, struggling through the acid font. "In this window?" Preston pointed, looking over at Mare. "Yeah." "I'm gonna invite Septy. This might be good." "Is she not working tonight?" "I dunno." "Maybe I'll ask Reggie." "Girl, if Blandois saw this sign, I'm pretty sure he's already goin." "Oh my god, stop calling him that." "Did you see this one? 'Bathe In Everlasting.' 'Scuse me?" "Yeah bro. Should be a trip. I'm headin back." "I'll hit you up later. Enjoy the Prodigy."   "I will!" The thwack of Preston's deadbolt, and inside he went. Flipping every light switch from front to back, he sat down a grocery bag on the island between the kitchen and living room, making sure not to set it on top of his copy of Tao Te Ching he likes to leave out from the bookshelf for easy access before carefully untying his shoes. After putting away sundries,  he flipped on his console and television; not to play or watch anything, but so as to have an aesthetic background screen rather than a blank, black mirror. He changed into pajama pants and opened a beer, pouring it out into a glass down the side proper. He thought about September. He grabbed another cigarette and went out to his balcony with Lao Tzu. Mary was balancing herself against the wall as she pulled off her shoes; her bottom half being rather disproportionate once it hit below the small waist. She could hear the muffled glitches and grinds of 'Voodoo People' from out front. She pulled her coat off and walked over to a lounging Cheech to rub his belly, and gave a general hallo to all her cats that were appearing out of corners and under shelves with nap-end back arches and toothy yawns. She slid into her foam sliders which she always wore at work rather than her regular street shoes before going to the front where Jerry was obviously going ape or ham on the vape pen. "Hiroyuki Sakai!" Jer yelled with a beckoning gesture. "Chen Kenichi!" Mare pulled out the barstool next to him, the one Tanner occupied at day shift. "The ever-explorative Verge, the Redd queen of the highway. What's good?" "Just a-swingin." "With those thighs, I reckon so." Jer leaned over and turned down the Prodigy a bit, not noticing an older male customer on the upstairs-landing Jazz section giving off a sidelong stink eye like "finally" and upward appeal of passive-aggressive kind of "Thank God" relief. "Talk shit, get hit." "Middle school cool kid." "That's me, alright." "Really? Cuz I coulda sworn you were Roksaburo Michiba!?" "Only on off-days, Fukui-san." "Speaking of being off, you got plans tonight?" "Dude, me and Preston saw the wildest poster at Muskrat just now." "Oh, shit, you went down there? How long you been gone? Damn." "Preston wants to go pretty bad, so we were thinking me, him, September and Reggie if I can find him." "What kinda music?" "I don't know if it even is music, it just had a guy's name, Hakim something. If it is, probably psychedelic doom type shit from what the poster looked like." "Oh, shit. I'll be there." "I could be totally wrong though. Didn't feel like a band poster. It said 'stylings.'" "Ah, you shoulda said that before. Poetry--not my thing. Anything else? Ryot Gear perhaps?" The back wall of Stewey's was where they kept all the clear liquors, which is where Preston had been shifting from foot to foot for about three minutes now. At checkout, he ended up with a three seven five of Tanqueray, a picollo of moscato, three plastic waters, and a single plastic shooter of New Amsterdam peach vodka.  He was twisting the cap of the gin once he got outside and across the street; but just as he was putting the bottle to his mouth, he felt the vibrations in his pocket and saw the confirmation text from Septy that she'd be off at eight, and would be able to get there by nine thirty. He smiled, replied, and put away the gin and instead chugged the moscato, and tossed the empty mini bottle in a sidewalk hedge with a flourish of inspired artistry as he made his way downtown toward the Muskrat.

***

"Love letter leaf Are you just Passing through Or are you Waiting for me?

"Gust of rose Covers up dust Sense so bright It hides in light All where it goes.

(light applause)

"Emerge from the Earth. Immerse me in mirth. Your cruel love questions What wonder is worth.

"Fall below best. Rise above rest. Your body feels free, Fair, unbound and blessed.

(light whistle)

"Jesus died for you. Jesus lied, it's true. Death will be barren. Heaven shall fall through.

(light applause. Preston whistles with pinky fingers. September smiles. Reggie crushes beer can and whoops).

"I just came down with a case of the rhymes from the attic. Never a witness. Dust off the table and unroll the art. Here comes the illness. Put it on my chart. I must insist.

("Okay." Light whistles)

"I just came up for a quick kiss to boost your self-esteem. You need to taste yourself in a way not so profound. You don't need to waste yourself in a way that won't astound.

("Damn!")

"After all, I'm the one who's supposed to go down.

("Maybe." "I can dig it." Loud whistle. "Okay.")

"Takes time for other minds-- The ones that I wish were mine. On days like these, I make myself obsolete.

("Oh!" Applause. "Go there." "Okay." "I see it.")

Well there's this, at least. The brilliance is earthshaking-- So effortless, it's painstaking-- Even my failures are groundbreaking."

(Large applause. Many whistling. Mary shouts: "Gat-damn, that's whassup!")

"I'm faded so far away from anything relatably debatable. I'm unstable and unable to remain in the same stable."

("No." "Yes.")

"Table tennis of the mind.

("Yup.")

"Take a tip from passing time ("Stop.")

"To say when, And stay bent. Same place and mind As a stint in an insane asylum, Ay."

(loud, long applause. Long whistles. Many shouts and cheers. Reggie barking like a hound. Jerry flashing ironically. September and Preston making crazy-eyed glances of surprise).

The stage of the Mukrat was adjacent to the three-by-ninestool bar, and covered only a small pocket of the north-east corner of the main drag  of the inside of the building; giving a band of five or more members a nice opportunity to reach out and platonically touch fingers, whenever they so desired (as if the practice room weren't enough). Hakim was alone; just him and an ambient background score he put on via laptop and connector cable. Some scrappy notepad papers in his left hand, and he performed the final leg of his act, bringing forth a healthy final applaud. Behind the bar was Voodoo Mama, as always. She bartends any night the Rat is open for business. Off hours, over half the crowd will stay for a majority of the nights of the week well past closing. Mama never cared. She'd always just sit at that table on the second floor landing and count money. She never had a security system. Just her peeled eye, peering like a lion behind the grassy green gen-pop income. It was around ten forty five when Hakim left the stage, and the house band returned; re-dressed, and well smoked, and well doped. It was of course Reggie, with his beach bum energy and Bob Ross-esque inviting type of tone that lured the lone poet forward, not ten steps from the stage. "You halal, mah brotha?" Reggie sounded off, ripping  the skinny Hakim into Mary's empty chair; her having  went out for a smoke with Septy, but just now returning. Preston noticed the layer of sweat and pushed over an unopened water bottle over to the wide-eyed performer (Preston kept plastic bottles of water well on-hand when out in public--to save money, he claimed). "Anyone smell sushi omelette? Conger fishmeat?" Jer. "Voodoo Mama?" "Don't be rude." Hakim laughs sorta. "You ever been someplace between a greem chili gizzard shad and a Japanese horseradish ice cream?" "You'll have to forgive Mary and Jerry, here. They have their own language that for some reason revolves around phrases most commonly found on Iron Chef," Preston informed. "You people are odd." "Seven Eleven." "I can't argue that," Papoola replied to Blandois. "Wer' nut always doin' business, but wer' alllways open." Septy, downing a bluey Cuervo shooter Preston snagged 5DD). "Yo, but that poetry was straight wrong." Jer. "Forreal, what are you on, man?" Preston inquires. "Mamas milk brutha. My shit don't come from nowhere that ain't purific." "Shame." "Forreal." "Still though." Mary grabs Jer's vape pen. Septy pounds back well shots like a commercial interruption. She keeps on going. Preston keeps on giving languid looks to poor ol' Jer with his attachable interest. Mary watches. "You ever feel less than, hoople-head?" Septy slurs at HP. "No. Not really. I do my thing." "Ain't that the purest form of nigger logic." "Yo, Sept. That ain't cool. Sup wit chu?" "Why did she call me 'nigger'?" Preston wonders. Am I a nimrod, or is this hard-on genuine? Reggie asks: "Are you from here?" Mary eyebrows lift. "Egypt." "No shit?" "How bout that water erosion?" "What? What do you mean?" "I nose the truth! Can I get an Amen for pussy?" "Seriously, Sept. stoppit." "Eat my ass, Presley. I'm all shoo-kup." Mary looks at Preston, then September. "Hey Septy." Mar. "Y-yyyes, ma'am?" "Enough is enough." Mary looks at Jer. ( Oh no. Here it comes, the Russian sleeper code). "Enough is enough! I have had it with these muthafuckin snakes on this muthafuckin plane!" Septy shifts to feet to declare, overpowering the round little table. Preston rolls his eyes. Hakim chuckles. "Unboud and blessed." Voodoo Mama lightly encourages the audience to give it up as the house band--one drummer, one guitar, one standup bass and one pianoman--finishes their set, coming back in twinny. Joint press, no doubt. Preston kisses her cheek as he goes to the main for a refill like any used mechanical vehicle. Mary and Rigaud make nice. Jer laughs hysterically at Hakim struggling to be polite to a drunken September he did not expect and puffing lightly on that same vape pen. He tries to pass it to Preston for a minute straight before realizing his chair is empty. "He's outside, Jer. Give it to me." Mary. Mary hits the vape, turns it to Reggie for his for-the-roader as they both stand and head after Preston and the band for the back alley via the band entrance. The couple lean against a shadowy wall along the widespread flannel-tearing cement with red and white make-out fury for a brief hop and spell out of time except for that squeaky-ass metal frame door that squawls each and every set change. Down the line a bit, and Preston is grabbing a three-point-five from the band's guitarist, which Preston figures probably came from the vocalist. "Perfect, man. I'm gonna head back." "Woah, woah, woah. Forget somethin?" "..." "The bread, ese." "Right. Yes. I knew I was forgetting somethin." "Ight, we good. Thanks, mano." "Great set last weekend. With the black chick...?" "Thanks, mano." Preston comes in the band entrance, right between the stage's edge and bars end. He spots September and Jer at the bar right under that one working overhead light, and they're both very into whatever topic they're into along with Voodoo Mama on their opposite. He was about to head straight for them with the good news, with the intention of bringing them right back outside to smoke, but decided to wait, as he noticed Hakim looking like he was preparing to go back on for another set (you know--all focused and staring forward; wrapping a scarf without looking down; drip of spit.) "Round 2?" "Yes. Wish me luck." "Who needs it?" "Exactly, my friend. Exactly." "Did I strike a nerve? Whadduyu mean?" "To be honest, tat is the truest thing anyone in this whole town has said tonight to me. Luck is not real. Trust me, man, I know. What I have been through? What I thought was right, and what I was told would be honest, humble, and brave? Everything we are, everything we think we see and know? It is all nothing but history, energy, and circumstance. We are animals. Yet, we are also conscious. My promise to you, Presty. Take it easy. Anything else would be overkill."

***

"It's so cool that we're all here." "Hey, Mar. Should i put on Yumeji's Theme?" It's 10:36 AM, at the Rcord Store. The next day. "No Septy. We are not in the mood for love." "Ohmygod. Nothin tingles my pringles like a reference understood!" "You made us endure a full viewing of that one, if'n you don't recall." "What? In the Mood For Love?" please. You could never do that live." "Yeah, but hey man, at least it wasn't as bad as Salo." "Oomph. Hard times." Mar. "Or Human Centipede 2." "That was a rough one." "I'm starting to feel really glad I never went to those." Tanner. "You're a horse with no name." "If that were true, there'd be ain't no one else for to give me no pain." La laaa, laa...la-uh le-luh luh..." The playlist turns to California Dreamin' (Single Version). (Silence, until Jer kicks in singing after the panpipe solo.) "I've been for a wa-aaalk..." "On a winters' day..." "[Got down on my knees...]" "You're all like..so gay," says Tanner. "Hey, you guys. What if I told you I have invented an idea for one of the most profitable apps to ever exist?" Jerry inquires. "I'd say where's the stock?" Mar. "What's the app?" "Okay. I call it QuickHook. Say you're on Instagram, and you see that your ex is at Starbucks. Okay. So. You show up there, and pretend you're just getting a coffee and minding your own business. But then, you get on QuickHook, and you connect with a hot chick thats only 1 mile away! You have her show up, make out with you for 20 minutes, and then leave!" "Why?" "Why?" Because a hot chick is in to you, of course! Think about it. What sells? Anything that lasts forever. And what lasts forever? Jealousy. And that's what QuickHook is about! Shallow green leads to deep green." "It's like Grandeur Grindr!" Septy. "It's like insecurity insurance." Tanner. "It's like beta bait!" Preston. "Cuz I'm good, yeah I'm feelin alright..." Jerry grabs the phone with audio connnection. He checks for a second. "Oh L'Amour." "App would never work, Jer. Not enough folk out there quite that level of petty." Preston. "And plus besides who even uses Instagram anymore? Specially pins," September mumbles from under her heaped-over dozy carcass. Voo-teevah, mon," Jer yells from the aux station. "Ya'll don't know. It's a wild world." "Don't bring Yusef into this." Mary, petting Jupiter in her lap. "Hey ya'll, I think I need to drive her home," Tanner feels, indicating September. And look at that. Tanner brings September back to her apartment. Nothing too crazy there: a tiny dog, some Xmas lights, a few dozen modern paintings and a wok. Loose hairties, wadded up toilet paper, smudged Whitney Houston lines of white dirt here and there, conter-wise, a pot and dirty pan. "What is she?" he asks. Tanner stays a few steps away. "What is she, really?" "Can we please? Please, Tan. I need you." He undresses her, in that drunken friend way to prepare her for bed. But. That rack looks back at him from a certain past. He can't resist. In he goes. She says "Yes." But that's just a response here. What it really means is more than can be explained. "What even happened to you?" "Protect me." He rolls her into bed. "Tanner, why can't you be with me? Why...cuz I miss you and stuff." "Because." "No because. Because yer dad." "Yeah." "B-cuz yer dad...is dyyy-iiiing! And you don't like that." "Pretty much, Septy. You're too much right now." "Right now...or right nooow now?" "Just now." "So what am I now now?" "Now now, you're just a fuckin' fuckin drunk Tom Hanks bullshit baby." "HA! Yaaaaay, Wils-ooon! But that's not yer dad. your dad is FELD-son. Right?" "Yeah. Martin Feldson." "His name sounds plaid. Like if plaid color had a name. ALso, he's dead. HAAA." "He was a good man, Sept." "Sure, suuure, sure. Yes. Yep. I bet he was. I love you." "I wish he could have met you." "HE HAS! I went nd saw him?" "Yeah. But. I dunno." "Tan." "Sept." "....." Outside is hot. Bugs fucking everywhere. Tanner slams the door and slams they key but doesn't know what to slam when it comes to the window, his wondow into her heart. There she ism basically fucking Preston at this point, blacking out every weekend, talking about such random shit and leaving me back for the rats, the roaches. Where is her mind? I'm sorry, but seriously. We used to work. We used to fuck like crazy. What even is this?" I need to see Dad." Tanner is 25, and his mom has health insurance, and she knows this whatever kind of stuff. September coughs blood. "This is weird." "Hello, September." "Yes. Hi, weird. Why are you the weirdy weirding weird?" "It's been eleven hours since you've been anesthetized. Are you feeling this way still, truly?" "Tcherr-tr-trueee. Trueee. Blue as true is blue is you. And me. And pee. And poop. Ha-ha-ha...poop. Poop the scoop. Scoopy doop. Scoops for me, Scoops for doop, and choc and choc and chocolate chip and rocky road, yo, gimme a goad...toad...Frodo froad..." "September you need to listen." "Skoad, chode, listen." "Yes, I'm Doctor McNamara and you need to listen to me." "To me...tooo me. Toomee. Toomee. Yes. Listen to Mac Na-Romalds." "September? September? Please. THis is important. Very, very important. I need you to listen." "Neeeeeeed...ta listen-eeen. Nee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-eeeeeeeeeed. ta liss-eh-heeeeeen." "Okay. Sir. Are you the next of kin? A friend?" "Just a friend, yeah. I'm real sorry, Doctor. SHe is usually chill, but last night was..." "I don't care in the slightest what happened last night, son. It's whats going on now. September is sick. You need to realize that, even if she cannot." "Sick. Okay, can you be a little more fucking specific dude?" "SHe has cancer. In her stomach. Not to mention a couple of ulcers. It's bad, son." "Tanner. " "It's not looking good, Tanner." "So is this from drinking? The ulcers? I mean I know cancer runs in the family. Her dad had it." "Tanner, cancer does not run in the family. It's not congenial. SHe just spent too much time drinking, yes; but much more of this is from smoking, It's a problem we must deal with. Now, I'm afraid." Do you know of any immediate family I could contact?" It's a matter of legal procedure, Tanner. I know your support alone might suffice just fine. But as I've said, this is serious. So please cooperate, and stay positive." "Dude..."

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Amigo’s Mexican Restaurant – Kihei, Maui, HI

Happy Hour at Amigo’s Mexican Restaurant – Kihei, Maui, HI

Updated 3/8/2023 by the Maui Happy Hours team

Happy Hour at Amigo’s Kihei 8:00am-11:00am and 3:00pm-6:00pm Daily

Three Amigos locations on Maui – each with its own unique happy hour! You are currently viewing happy hour at Amigo’s in Kihei. Check out happy hour at Amigo’s Kahului and Amigo’s Lahaina. NEW: Don’t miss live music by Yoshua DiCarpio every Saturday 4pm-6pm and Sundays from 2pm-5pm plus happy hour every day 3pm-6pm at Amigos Maui (Kihei location).

Breakfast Happy Hour 8am-11am Daily

Breakfast Happy Hour Food $8.99 2 Egg Cheese Omelette with Potatoes and Slice of Toast Homemade Biscuits with Sausage Gravy with One Egg and Choice of Sausage or Bacon Single Egg Huevo Rancheros Style with Rice & Beans Pancake with One Egg and Choice of Sausage or Bacon French Toast with One Egg and Choice of Sausage or Bacon Menudo (Saturdays and Sundays only) $13/$16 Breakfast Happy Hour Drinks $6.50 Stanford Brut Champagne Mimosa $6.50 Bloody Mary $6.50 Screwdriver $6.50 Breakfast Margarita with Puerto Vallarta Tequila

Afternoon Happy Hour 3pm-6pm Daily

Happy Hour Food $3.99 Hard Tacos – Choice of Chicken, Ground Beef, Carnitas, Al Pastor, or Vegetarian Bean and Cheese Nachos $8.99 (Add Meat $4.50) Chicken or Beef Taquitos $8.99 Buffalo Wings $8.99 Cheese Quesadilla $8.99 Ceviche $8.99 Happy Hour Drinks $7.99 Margaritas $6.99 Well Drinks $1 Off House Wines $1 Off All Drafts ———————————- Address: 1215 S Kihei Rd, Kihei, HI 96753 Phone: [phone] Website About: Amigo’s offers great tasting, authentic Mexican cuisine in a casual setting in Kihei. Amigo’s is a family-owned restaurant with roots in Durango, Mexico, and uses authentic recipes that reflect the unique culinary culture of this region, as well as some modern Mexican, American, and Tex-Mex dishes. We carry traditional Mexican dishes that can be hard to find, such as Menudo, lengua, caldo de res, pozole, and Mole sauce. The service is fast and friendly, the portions are very generous, and the menu offers plenty of affordable options. Breakfast is served daily, and beer and margaritas are served at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If you’re looking for great Mexican food with enormous portions, stop by one of Amigo’s three locations. Try the delicious tacos, enchiladas, or their famous burritos, fresh off the grill. Finish it off with a delightfully sinful fried ice cream or flan.

According to these Amigo’s Kihei patrons

“If you are looking for Mexican food on Maui, this place is a nice little stop. This whole in the wall is tucked away in a small strip mall. Came in for happy hour. Quick service. Food was good.” Brad L., January 2023 “As a family of 6, it’s often hard to find places that have something everyone will eat. Amigos nailed it. Their fajitas are delicious!” Randy F., January 2022 “Wonderful Mexican options. Wide variety. Tried their Enchiladas, Tortas, Tortillas and Tostadas. First time trying these and they were all well made and delicious. The crew runs this place so well organized. Their outdoor seating is a must try one of a kind experience. Indoors have great music playing.” Alagiavanan S., January 2022 “I can’t say enough good things about this place. We live on the other side of the island and drive just for this place quite often. The food is amazing, and the employees are somehow even better. Our two favorites servers are Darla and Stephanie, do yourself a favor and ask for them!” Lissy B., December 2021 Happy Hour at Amigo’s Kihei is 7 days a week from 3pm to 6pm and breakfast happy hour from 8am to 11am featuring tacos, margaritas, ceviche, quesadillas, wings, nachos, and more.

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