A friend sung out the praises of his burrito, which was big and thick and juicy and could stand on it's end. Why, it was the best thing ever! Just packed with goodness. No, he wasn't making a sexual comment, he really liked the burrito. Which is quite understandable. When I'm hungry, a burrito de carnitas con salsa picante, cheese, Spanish rice, and no beans señor! can easily pull me away from many things. Don't even need beer.
Yet I seldom have one.
A good burrito is hard to find. And given where I live, a joong bought in Chinatown will work just as well. Fatty pork, peanuts, a salted egg yolk, and a slice or two of lahp cheung enfolded in glutinous rice, wrapped in bamboo leaves, and steamed for a few hours. Just add a few drops of soy sauce. And a sploodge of hot sauce.
Very messy heaven.
I shall not tell you what it reminds me of.
Plus they keep, and they can be reheated in the microwave. Buy two or three. They're easily found on Stockton Street.
Embaklutjo.
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Haven't had 1 of those in a very long time. Theiy're awesome, I crave them often, but haven't figured out where to get them around here. But since you've told us what theiy're called, i amn better armed! (Apologies for the misspellings- i amn barking mad, this iz 1 of the ways it manifests).
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