and reminds me of how I came to have an intelligent child.
Fish tacos.
Yup, I was really poor when I was pregnant with my child, but I worked in a cafeteria so I could choose to eat well and my big splurge on payday every Friday was a fish taco at Cotija's in Chula Vista. Those guys got to where they would see my big blueberry ass waddling down the street (I had one comfortable shirt and it was purple) and have my fish taco ready for me.
The tacos must be good because Cotija's is still there, they still serve fish tacos, and the kid is in college.
Heh.
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