La Mere and I made our way back to Austin early on Wednesday. We got up at o-dark-thirty so as to have time to stop in for Berdoll's pecans outside of town and to revisit the Tamale House. This time we actually tried the breakfast tacos, which are 85 cents and so full of greasy awesome that it's almost impossible to describe. The eggs are cooked in pork fat, in skillets that are seasoned with at least five years of the stuff, and the bacon is in thick-cut country-style bits; the tortillas are fresh and warm, and in general I would love to know why these things haven't taken over the country. The masses deserve breakfast tacos!
To make up for the lack of substance, I offer a photo of recent entertainment in Arizona, on what turned out to be a very bad day for the calves. Could've been worse, guys; at least Danny leaves your oysters alone. Can you find the editor, the public health advocate, the cabinetmaker, and the dentist in this picture?
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