A fascination of sorts

I've been following Theresa's Once Upon a Time series of posts(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4 which I'd highly recommend by the way), and I realized just how severe my issues are. It's not like the nervous tick or voices in my head, those I can deal with, it's my fascination with food*.

Unknowingly she's provided an escape from an otherwise hectic day at the office, well maybe she does know it; however as I'm reading her stories I'm able to visualize the place she's been and remember the time I've spent on the left coast.

I can almost taste the fish tacos I had while roaming around San Diego and Tijuana. Go ahead and scoff at the idea, you're missing out on one of the few delicacies Southern California has to offer.

I'm damn near drooling at the thought of them right now.

For the real thing you can't order the fish tacos you would at a restaurant either. It's the street vendors who hold the key to your flavoristic orgasm. Having trouble visualizing a taco stand? Think New York Hotdog cart, then add a cheap charcoal grill and fresh fillets of the daily catch to the mix and there you have it.

Freshly grilled fish with a bit of lime juice, shredded cabbage, the ranch-type topping and you're in for a treat. In the words of Stewie: it's like an orgy in for your mouth.

I'd give just about anything for a couple of those damned tacos right now.

* For those of you wondering the pudding fetish is a separate issue all together.