Afoodamtive Action

All my life I knew I was Mexican. I was born in Mexico. I had Mexican friends. I even spoke Spanish! For most of my life I was very confused though. Tonight, before I was eaten, I felt like a kid, like myself, but with an Italian family, black friends, and attending school with white kids. Even though I was destined to be a Mexican chicken taco, Lama Lover had me chopped up and cooked on a grill, then sauteed in oregano, red wine, and garlic. I was then served with sauteed onions and green peppers! Aren't those supposed to be with Fajitas? Anyway, then came the taco, with tomatoes, cilantro, cheese, and lettuce. It was truly an experience only known, now by myself, and inter-racial kids growing up with friends from one race, going to school with another, and attending family reunions with another.

I was really yummy though... Miata Guy wanted two of me!