Dear Mexico

I feel the most appropriate first post for The Newsh is to write a thank you letter I've been meaning to write for years now, but have no idea who to address it to. Perhaps through the vast expanse of the world wide web it will make it into the right hands.

Dear Mexico,

Without you, I would have had an empty hole in my heart and in my gut. Your tacos, burritos, enchiladas, tamales, rellenos, and basic corn tortilla chips fill me with so much solid, edible, and tasty happiness that I cannot speak more highly of you. Your ooey beany, meaty, and ocassionally cheesy goodness as it slides down my throat overtakes my ability to speak because 1. yes, my mouth and esophagus are busy with more amazing matters, but 2. because the mixture of asada, lettuce, salsa, guacamole, and cilantro are literally too good for words when I am chewing and swallowing you. Now even as I reflect on how ridiculous your food is, I've started salivating more than usual.

How did you do it, Mexico?! How!? How did you know that ground corn made into flat little cakes would make such a delightful wrap?! How did you know that beans, tomatoes, avocados, and cilantro would blend together to make some of the most exciting flavors that society would ever taste?! And how did you know that grilled pork, pollo, beef, and fish would fill the taco with so much happiness that minds would be blown!!! How did you know that, Mexico? How did you know that?

Again, I'm speechless. Because I'm thinking about tacos again.

Mexico, if no one has ever thanked you before, it is my honor to be the first. I will eat your food til the day I die. In fact, if I have the luxury of knowing when that particular day is, I'm going to fiesta right before I terminally siesta.

I love you. Te amo,
Newsh