The Last Supper

We ate well tonight - and felt far away from our anxieties.

Enrique's mother brought homemade sweet tacos and gorditas from Mexico. She heated them up and covered them in homemade guacamole, fresh chopped lettuce and hot chiles.

It was so good I couldn't let a single bite go by with saying "MMmm" or "Oh" or "mmmMMmmmMM."

There's just no Mexican food in the city that comes any where close to this quality.

I told her, "This is the best Mexican food I've ever had in the U.S."

Enrique gave me a look and asked, "What about the chile rellenos I made for your birthday?"

That's when I learned the spanish word for tie, "empate."