Bwains! Bwains!!!

Well. It's been a long time since my last post, but I'm going to tell you about the brain quesadillas I ate. Uh, I ate brain quesadillas. There you have it. At first I was going to be all "ooh ahhh! guess what?! I ate brains." and then I realized that lots of people eat brains (head cheese, and other things) and don't go around trying to freak people out and stuff. Ale didn't tell me what was in the quesadillas until I'd finished and was wiping the grease off my lips with a napkin. The long and short of it is- brains taste good. Now I know why zombies are always trying to get their hands on the things. There are fondas (a small place with cheap street-like food with limited seating and all over the place in Mexico City) that sell meat-filled tacos and quesadillas in the late morning and lunchtime. Usually, the meat is what on Commerical Drive and the deep south they call "pulled pork" or something like that and it's pretty good.