I eat phó because I had a shitty Vietnamese roommate who’s cool mom would make it for me from scratch. I make black beans with half a Buddweiser mixed in because it’s how my Cuban great grandma, grandma, and mom did it. I make corn tortillas from scratch because my Mexican girlfriend said store-bought is for lazy people. I go to tourist traps where I live because a girl I drove 3000 miles for who said, “never stop being a tourist in your own city.”
I love this. It’s so true of me.
I eat phó because I had a shitty Vietnamese roommate who’s cool mom would make it for me from scratch. I make black beans with half a Buddweiser mixed in because it’s how my Cuban great grandma, grandma, and mom did it. I make corn tortillas from scratch because my Mexican girlfriend said store-bought is for lazy people. I go to tourist traps where I live because a girl I drove 3000 miles for who said, “never stop being a tourist in your own city.”
My life is just this layered dozens of times.