
Nachos:
- Are Gang Food. Yeah…you got to love those people who think nachos are a lowly cuisine of the dirty plebeian masses. Well, this ragamuffin loves these tasty delights. What is not to love about all those bullet ridden avocados and gang-banger black beans? Feel your inner vato and go for the nachos if you dare. Beware if you are a white male with a nasally dork voice or have a Midwest accent. Your peers might think you are a radical and a troublemaker in disguise. Those crunchy nachos can be used a weapons you know. You better not get caught with those at the airport. Security might think they are Mexican ninja stars or box cutters. Long live gang food.
- Are Godsent. It might be true. Even if your an agnostic or an atheist, the pure design of the nacho stack of goopy goodness may make you think maybe there is a higher power involved with all this. How else can you explain this sumptuous food? It's perfectly layered sins, its levels of rich kingdoms, its moment of creation when you take your first bite and taste the overwhelming genesis that we call nachos.

Popcorn
- Is for Pimple Headed Kids. So what? We were all pimple headed kids at one time that were addicted to this other genre of corn junk food. Salty, crunchy, sometimes sweet and even candy coated? OMG! This is bliss. Caramel covered popcorn? Chocolate covered popcorn? Can it get any more tempting? It probably can. Yo can still find nacho flavored popcorn. What does that say about popcorn? What does that say about nachos? I think we are still all a bunch of pimple headed teenagers looking for our crunchy, salty, sugary fix.
- Smells soooo good. Watch out. When fresh popcorn is opened, it's a Pandora's box of hunger pains. The divine smell permeates every pore of your body and soul until it awakens the hunger beast. Even if in hibernation, the warm toasty smell conjures up memories of old and lights a desire to crunch down on that warm tasting treat. Can one contemplate life over a bowl of perfectly buttered and salted popcorn? It's quite possible. The bowl can almost be viewed as a Japanese meditation rock garden. But when cooked too long and it sets on fire and turns pitch black, that smell lingers for days and it too, permeates everything. Your hair, your clothing, your underwear, your dog and your cat, the toupee next door… It all smells like a California summer wildfire, or Beijing summer smog for that matter.
How can corn be made into both of these unearthly delights? Don't question the making, just eat it. Which is superior? Which represents the third eye in the Shiva? Can one come close to actual Nirvana? Not sure, but they make my tummy happy.






