Wednesday, May 23, 2012
With a title like this the dish should probably be a football sized microwave burrito that requires you to unhinge your jaw and deep throat it but I think burritos are stupid as fuck so I decided to rub my huevos all over some spicy meat tacos. They may not be “moi authenticos” but I don’t live with 16 family members and my kitchen isn’t cluttered with a shitdickload of Baby Jesus and Virgin Mary candles either.
Squeeze the pork entrails from the plastic tubing into a pan and fry them up until nice and browned. Set aside. Toss the corn, black beans, white onion, and lime juice. Scramble some eggs. While the eggs are cooking, warm up the corn tortillas on a dry pan over medium heat for about a minute per side.
Assemble your tacos and top with cilantro. It’s like Mexico all up in your mouth but without the drug violence and shitty accordion music. If you are unable to control your pathetic fat American impulses, grab a flour tortilla the size of a dinner plate, dump everything in the center, add two cups of rice, an obscene amount of sour cream, and roll that shit up. Eat it.