I made chorizo and eggs the other day. I think it was for the last time. My own cooking made me feel sick. The grease the chewy bits, the chili, it didn't sit well, not even the tortillas helped to soften the blow.
The chewy bits. The unexplained substance in chorizo that nobody likes to talk about. I believe there is good reason for that. I've always felt that chorizo was hiding things. I've wondered about the orangey color since childhood, but never had the guts to ask why's it orange? I've known all along we mix it with eggs to mask the unspeakable, and for many years I've enjoyed the taste of the unspeakable. I'm not swearing chorizo off. I'm just taking a break, switching to Italian sausage for while, as if Italian sausage is above water. It's becoming obvious to me, short of vegetarianism, there's no escaping the chewy bits.
The chewy bits. The unexplained substance in chorizo that nobody likes to talk about. I believe there is good reason for that. I've always felt that chorizo was hiding things. I've wondered about the orangey color since childhood, but never had the guts to ask why's it orange? I've known all along we mix it with eggs to mask the unspeakable, and for many years I've enjoyed the taste of the unspeakable. I'm not swearing chorizo off. I'm just taking a break, switching to Italian sausage for while, as if Italian sausage is above water. It's becoming obvious to me, short of vegetarianism, there's no escaping the chewy bits.
