I have found a food that can break the Frosted Mini Wheats' grip. It is Tacoma Boys' Tomatillo Salsa on corn chips. It's spicy and awesome to the max.
Notice it's from Tacoma Boys. That's the place. Get your produce and meats there, people, I'm not kidding. It's about the same or cheaper than Safeway and for sure cheaper than Trader Joe's fresh stuff and the salsas are not to be believed.
Tacoma Boys. Mmm mmm good. Trader Joe's. Uptight, with bad sushi, stupid faux-pretentious two-buck-chuck plonk and it's a chain people!
Tacoma Boys. Sells plants and housewares outside, open 24/7, has frozen berries by the box and the best seafood, you can taste about any of their fruit pre-purchase and they're cool with it. Trader Joe's — in University Place. Nuff said.
Tacoma Boys Tomatillo salsa — green, spicy and fresher than cut grass. Eat it! It's good! It will make you an addict! How do I know this? Because I was contemplating my tomatillo salsa fix late last night as I sat through a city council meeting. They were talking about view corridors, I was thinking about volatile oils and salt. They were talking about environmental impacts, I was thinking about green green salsa. The jalapeno is a fixation, people.
I'm feeling a little more stream-of-conscious than usual. Of course, I don't have any salsa lying around for me to eat. I ran out last night.
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