My stomach is full of Oaxacan food from Wa*ville. This might be the food that God serves in heaven. Shrimp with rose petal sauce, crepes with cranberries, uberfresh tortillas, salsa that initiates you with tears and then joy, sangria that brings a gentle intoxication...
The rose soaked shrimp was so fresh when you bit into their tiny, dead bodies, they exploded with a shower of fragrant ambrosia. Succulent tortilllas, still warm from the griddle. Smokey salsas. [sigh] So come and visit and give me an excuse to take you to... I can't even remember the name, but I am sure I'll be able to find it again.
Now its time for food coma.
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