I think there’s heroine in Mexican food.

February 12, 2009

I don’t believe I’ve ever been addicted to anything. Perhaps I was a bit too dependent on alcohol to survive college but definitely not addicted. I’ve never smoked and I don’t pay for internet porn so I think I’ve got a handle on the most common addictions.

I fear, however, that I am addicted to Mexican food. If anyone mentions “rice,” “beans,” “chips,” “salsa,” or “cilantro,” in my presence I’m screwed. My day is ruined until I’ve got a steaming “hot plate” of rice and beans in front of me.

When we left Streator I was concerned I would need to make weekly trips back to visit Casa Fiesta (or whatever they call it now).

Thankfully, Casa Fiesta has a twin sister in Edwardsville called La Fonda. Proof. Of. God. Same menu, same food, possibly the same waiters but they move so fast I can’t get a good look at them.

Anyway. I read something this morning that said “rice.” And last night Zac mentioned wanting to grow herbs this summer and he listed “cilantro.” Two dirty words in less than twenty four hours and now my day will not be completed until someone yells “hot plate.”

I know I’m not the only one that sufferes from Mexican Food Addiction. I expect to see half of you at La Fonda tonight.

Peace, Love and Rice and Beans