El 16 de Septiembre- Part2

Who needs the casserole dish with the brown rice and chicken, jello stuff, pre-made bag salad with ranch dressing, sam's rolls, and the other assortment of food wares at church functions when you got TACOS AL PASTOR. My blog on tacos was prophetic. So for the stake independence party they rented a company to cook us some tacos. They were good too, deliciosas. Now for those of you who have wandered a border town or perchance visited Mexico you might have seen a taco shop that probably displayed a large chunk of meat vertically rotating in front of some odd fire producing cooking contraption. Now when I first saw it I was a scrawny 15 year old on some priesthood weekend trip to San Diego where we went to Tijuana for a day. I got a fake gold ring carved in my name, a black leather fanny pouch, and a knock-off Hard Rock t-shirt. Its required you buy those objects at sometime in your life, its part of the plan of salvation. Its also required you go to the beach, get sunburned, and travel home with crotch-rot from too much sand in your swim trunks for 6 hours sitting next to another unhappy deacon. Sacrifice I tell you! Anyway when I saw it (we're back to the meat thingy, keep up)I instantly thought if I looked long enough I could feel the bacteria mutating in my stomach causing diarrhea. Its the Mexican version of The Ring. You look at the meat for too long and your cell phone will ring where a chola preciosa with skinny drawn on eyebrows will tell you that you will be on the toilet in seven minutes. Anyway, I over came the visual and have learned to love Tacos al Pastor. In the realm of tacos they stand apart and are scrumptious in my belly. Here's some pictures along with a video. (watch the guy and the pineapple above, he never missed.)