When I'm feeling sad, I think of my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad. When God closes a door, a window opens. So must wisdom from the movie I just read Christopher Plummer calls the "Sound of Mucus!!" On Nov.1 around 10pm, I was walking past St. Mark's Church feeling sad that I had worked late and missed dinner when I smelled one of my favorite things. Food! In the church's courtyard a lady was making real Mexican style quesadillas to celebrate the Day of the Dead. The sweet lady was pressing corn masa into flat rounds using a wooden tool, then folded them on a big griddle with that delicious salty white cheese. Once the cheese was melted, she stuffed shredded iceberg lettuce, squirted green salsa then refolded the golden tortilla. The first bite was heaven. The warmth of the queso contrasted with the coolness of the iceberg and the night air. Then the spice of the green hotsauce added zing to the sweetness of the corn tortilla. I could go one, but since you can't eat it until next year, I'll just say that it was one of the most amazing experiences I've eaten this year.
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