Will Blog For Tacos

Q. Shenaynay

Must get some enchilaaaadaaaas... must... two weeks without, gasp gasp... help, fading fast... quick, need salsa... need quacamole... jalapenos... blacking out...

Translation: We'll blog at length about our trip to Scotland and England as soon as we recieve the Sustaining Relief of Tex-Mex Comida and recover somewhat from jet lag (we were awake over 24 hours yesterday in transit, and our bodies still think midnight is 7 AM).

Oh, My Dearest Friends, say with me "God Bless the USA," for it provides within its borders the miracle of Tex-Mex food and juicy cheddar cheeseburgers with big slabs of dill pickles and really thin crispy-salty-greasy french fries and icy-cold-bona-fide Dr. Pepper and a chocolate malt with a cherry on top... ah yes, the finest country in the world, this.

ps. It was GLORIOUS, every single glorious glorious glorious day of it. Details to follow, with more pictures than you really want to see. But we just really gotta eat something other than British roast beef and potatoes before we can communicate properly about it all.