Menudito!!

I went to the grocery store by my work the other day, and to my absolute delight, I found menudito! I was so happy that I actually jumped up and down and screamed out loud MENUDO! The store by my house is too fru-fru and white bread to carry menudo. This stuff is comfort food. This stuff will pull me through the gloominess of a rainy day any old time. Whenever I go to LA and if it's a Sunday, my dad will take me out to get a piping hot bowl of this stuff. True, you need a refined palatte and a solid constitution to take on menudo, and while I think my older brother will eat it, I don't think I've ever seen little bro ever get close to the stuff. No, he makes desserts with teeny tiny blow torches* and throws words like amuse bouche around, but I don't think his bouche would find the likes of menudo amuse-ing at all. Yes, it's made out of tripe and hominy--food of the people--but hey, give me a fistful of tortillas and a glass of coke (gotta have the coke to help wash it down) and I'm a happy girl.

*(hey little bruddah, when are you gonna make something like that for me?)