I am in celebration. The reason is simple. A Mexican restaurant opened down the street from where I live, and it serves REAL Mexican food. The proprietors are from California, and they know what they are doing.
Don't Mexican restaurants always serve Mexican food? NO!!!! Especially, here in Iowa.
I hate to make fun of Iowans. Having lived in the state for 20 years makes me an Iowan, I suppose. But, despite the flood of Mexican restaurants into the state, the vast majority of them do not know how to cook a taco, let alone something a little more complex, like an enchilada.
Well, what makes me an authority on Mexican food?
I grew up in southern California and had plenty of access to REAL Mexican food. Of course, one does NOT need to grow up in that region to appreciate Mexican food. That's my theory anyway. But, I am amazed at what passes for Mexican food here in Iowa.
Have you ever eaten a dry taco with barely seasoned hamburger, a speck of cheese, and a dab of diluted sauce? Hopefully not, but such horrible tacos are prevalent here in Iowa. Ironically, they are made at a fast food place that calls itself "Tasty."
Now to be fair, Iowans know corn. The best corn I have ever eaten has been in this state. Californians do not know corn the way Iowans do.
On the other hand, many Iowans have never seen a fresh orange. In southern California I could go out my backyard and pick an orange off the tree and eat it. Fresh oranges are heavenly.
The tragedy is that Californians have destroyed their beautiful orange groves, and now they are consuming oranges from Florida – even if the juiced variety. The way the Californians are going, pretty soon they won't have the experience of eating a fresh orange.
All of which brings me to the Celestial Kingdom…
I suppose we all have our own ideas as to the makeup of heaven in the next life. I sure do.
Hanging in my house is an orange crate label that represents my heavenly vision for eternity. My vision involves a casa grande placed in the middle of citrus groves. In the background would be the Santa Ana mountains (not obscured by smog). There would be an ever so slight breeze with a scent of blossoms. Not pictured would be the enchiladas and fresh Iowa corn being served in the dining room.
That's right! In my California-based Celestial Kingdom there would be properly cooked Mexican food served morning, noon, and night. And, yes, there still would be a touch of Iowa.
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8 comments:
The other advantage of living here in California is that I have Mexican friends who have taught me how to cook Mexican food so that I can make good food here at home. :)
HEHEhehehe.... Yes are thoughts on Heaven are different. My idea of what Heaven looks like is Downtown Philly, Downtown Denver, New York, Chicago and Boston.
No traffic jams, but plenty of Traffic, events galore, culture galore, etc.
But I would agree with you on the Mexican Food Galore! YUMMY!
Son #1
The Starship Enterprise plays a central role in my vision...
Since moving to San Antonio, I've begun to have frequent cravings for Mexican Food!
This post gets me thinking about about food in heaven. I don't think I'd ever considered it. But I'd be content with a Heavenly Golden Corral. The only problem might be their Mexican Food.
I had not ever considered making my own version of heaven.
As one who grew up in New Mexico I would prefer to have blue corn enchiladas, please.
My ideal includes a place in which I don't have to do yard work, and I can eat Cherry Garcia without worrying about my waistline. There are more requests, but that's a start.
Starship Enterprise....yes!!!! and a Star Destroyer!
We had a loquat tree in my yard growing up in San Diego. We would jump out of the pool, eat loquats off the tree, get all sticky and jump back in the pool.
Thanks for priming that memory for me!
*YOU* should have won the Nobel Peace Prize this morning -- what a diplomatic tightrope between loyalties to your native and adopted states!
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