If the wait for St. Patricks day is too long and you need another way to escape the shackles of nationality, then join me in celebrating Cinco de Mayo.
The one day a year we’re all Mexican.
As is tradition, you can find me sporting a vaguely mexican beer (this years choice is Desperados, a light beer promising an after taste of tequila, though it just tastes citrus-y to me) chowing down on some burritos and nachos.
However there isn’t enough space on my plate so it’s become nachos sitting atop loaded burritos, with melted cheese turning it all into one giant Mexican mess.
If that isn’t Mexican enough for you, then let me sing you the song of my people.
And maybe if there’s time between the Desperados, we can have a little Desperado.