My friend Jay Francis was kind enough to drop off a big box full of Casa Grande take-out items so I could sample more of the menu. Francis stealthily knocked on my kitchen window, then left the box on my back porch. I offered to give him cash or a check for the total, but he refused to touch anything I had handled. You'd think I had leprosy or something.
The cheese enchiladas were nothing special. My housemates hit the nachos pretty hard, but I got the whole order of cabrito to myself. I ate the rest of it during the week on crispy tacos with lots of salsa.
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Hopefully, I won't end up with the goat flu next.