According to local sources, the practice began long before Napoleon Dynamite made tater tots “cool.” (Or as cool as opening credits can make something.) Here’s the sitch: two Mexican eateries in town wrap tater tots inside their burritos. Along with the fake sour cream, no-avocado-in-sight guacamole, lard-y beans, and instant white rice. Tater tots. As in, fried logs of shredded potato. Can they even grow potatoes in Guadalajara?
Somehow I doubt Anthony Bourdain is on board with this.
The first time I discovered the “magic ingredients” in my burrito, I was surrounded by about a dozen other women who’d gotten roped into judging a local beauty pageant by their mailman. Just like I had. This explains why I didn’t simply open my mouth and let the food fall back out onto my plate. (It doesn’t, however, explain why I agreed to judge a beauty pageant. Suffice it to say, for someone who relies on E-Bay as much as I do, the mailman can be a lifeline.)
At least I didn’t have to pay for the bizarre dining experience. Our meals came out of the pageant winner’s scholarship fund.
I do remember the days in which you would scrape the unsavory bits of food from your mouth. Food is essential. Fast food is not. I choose not to purchase my calories from the likes of those who would supplement a burrito with the beautifully described ingredients you list.
You pays your money, and you takes your choice!
tater tots are great in any form!
gee, if the fine cuisine came out of the scholarship fund, that leaves about a buck seventy-five…..