... Nor have I resorted to preying upon the kindness of strangers for treats. (Though, depending on the stranger and the treat, I could become flexible on that point.)
October 24, 2017 7:46 pm
Written by CarmelDogTales
Chapter 9: Partners in Crime
After an exciting walk on the wild side, Winnie and I are often hungry for a little snack.
Let’s be honest. Man does not live by and gluten free bread alone. You can only eat so much Quinoa, Kale, turkey bacon and fat free, non-dairy cheese. There are alternatives that are tasty and still healthy. Can anyone deny that Cheetos are simply aging carrots?
Which is a long way of saying… I cheat on my wife. (Not that Barbara hasn’t figured this out.) I bear no shame in confessing that Winnie and I both love street food – though our definition as to what constitutes such is somewhat different. Winnie’s idea of street food is whatever is in the street. I am not there yet. Nor have I resorted to preying upon the kindness of strangers for treats. (Though, depending on the stranger and the treat, I could become flexible on that point.)
No, my idea of yummy street fare leans more towards street tacos! My sexagenarian appetite easily satisfied by soft taco carnitas with guacamole, Pico de Gallo and a pinch of Jalapeño! (Just writing that makes me salivate. Winifred too. She jumps on my lap, gives me the look and sticks her tongue in my ear.)