I stopped at the Fast Taco truck on Fondren just north of Bellaire to get a pork taco the other day. While I was looking in the window watching the proprietor cook, I noticed a pan on a hot plate full of something that looked interesting. "What's that?" I asked the taquero, pointing at it through the window.
"That's not for sale, that's my breakfast," he said.
"So what is it?" I wondered.
"Just leftover red and green salsa mixed together with stale tortillas," he said dismissively.
"Chilaquiles," I said. "You are saving the good stuff for yourself."
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"Actually, my mother made the chilaquiles," he said grinning at his mom, who was helping him inside the truck. She took pity on me and passed me a plate of her homemade chilaquiles topped with Mexican white cheese. The salsa and tortilla mixture was extremely picante, but I ate some anyway. The pork taco wasn't bad either.