
Dear Readers:
I know Twitter, Facebook, Instagram et al have been stealing time and energy from this blogger and I have not been able to keep my promise of posting something here everyday as I used to in the dial-up AOL.com, pre-Zuckerberg era.
And now, as if all that weren’t tragic enough, I’ve decided to embark on a late, long vacation in an undisclosed location (check out my Instagram account if you’re REALLY dying to know where I’ll be,) so I won’t be able to update this thing as often as I would like.
That said, I am reaching out to you TODAY to ask for your help in spreading the above manifesto, which will help restore the sacredness of the food from my homeland, and hopefully contravene the terrible transgressions it has endured throughout these years.
I trust you will read –and memorize– the above manifesto and help this blogger put a stop to the nonsense of spreading shredded cheddar on top of stuff and/or mistaking a burrito for a quesadilla or –worse– a corn tortilla for a flour one.
Keep me in your thoughts and prayers and think of me every time you find an authentic enchilada. 🙏🏻
The rest of Latin America disagrees. If you ever decide to take a turn on your vacation, you might want to go to Monterrey or some place nearby.
The rest of Latin America disagrees, if you ever take a turn on your vacation, you might want to stop by Monterrey or somewhere nearby. It seems that the USA has gotten too much on your head. I mean, do you even know what sopes and flautas are?