If you think I spend too much time saying how much I hate Mexican food, do you understand how many wonderful, kind, generous Mexican people surround me and always try very sweetly and generously to treat me to their food?
These days I have a great excuse because of my diabetes, which I probably developed on purpose never to have to deal with the invention of the malignant spirit called tamales.
Notice that I say nothing bad about Chinese food because I don’t know any Chinese people and haven’t spent years pretending to like their food out of kindness.
To be honest, my only experience with food masking as Chinese was last week when I was forced to go to Panda Express and have broccoli beef. It was indescribably better than anything Mexican I ever tried and very kind to my blood sugars.
Yes, I know it’s not real Chinese food. But whatever it was, I’d rather have that than anything Mexican.
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