my parents are in my kitchen making tacos de papas con chorizo. it smells heavenly. after a light-headed, wobbly morning, i'm feeling fortified by the coming vision of a plate of those savory, homemade delicacies. the aztec gods are jealous.
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Good stuff. Glad to hear you're excited by the prospect of food despite the current circumstances. That's a good sign to be certain.
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