The local pusher’s name is Alejandro. I’m telling you this so that, if you happen to visit San Carlos, you’ll know who to watch out for. He comes across as a really nice guy who’s working hard to support his family. But the thing is, he doesn’t care what it costs others to maintain this support.
Case in point: A few days ago he came around selling his “stuff”. In this case, his stuff was shrimp. And not just any shrimp. These are the guys who gave birth to the oxymoron “jumbo shrimp”. Big beautiful boogers. How could we resist? We’re not saints, y’know, we’re only human. But this is where Alejandro’s deviltry kicks in. I fully intended to buy a kilo of these beauties. But, before I was done, I had bought 2 kilos and was happy about it. The guy’s evil I tell ya.
The other evening we had Katie and Mark (s/v Selkie) over for dinner. For appetizers, Lulu made up a batch of “crack”. Well, that’s what we call it anyway. What would you call a 3-bite shrimp, wrapped in bacon and cooked until the bacon was perfectly crispy? I dare you to eat just one. I double-dog dare you. Can’t be done unless it’s the last one on the plate. After we ate these and entered food bliss, she brought out the main dish. Shrimp Alfredo with a few vegetables so maybe it was Shrimp Primavera Alfredo. Whatever it was called, it was seriously GOOD! I apologize for not getting photos. But the bacon grease was running down my arms and I couldn’t hold the camera.
Not satisfied to watch us wallow in the indignity of shrimp overload, Alejandro returned a day or so later. This time he had chiles rellenos. I was shocked, though I shouldn’t have been, when Lulu told me that he sold her 6 bags of 4 each. Twenty four rellenos!!! What the hell are we going to do with 24 rellenos? Not to worry. We had a few the first day and then Lulu suggested that they might make me a good breakfast. Lulu’s pretty conservative when it comes to breakfast. She wants either toast and eggs or cold cereal. I don’t suffer the same handicap. I’ll eat almost anything for breakfast. I typically make a bean and cheese quesadilla but I could easily switch to chiles rellenos. What could be easier? Toss them in a pan with some hot oil, cover and cook until crisped up and the cheese is melty.
I’m down to my last bag of rellenos and I was beginning to get concerned. But, in true pusher form, who should show up this afternoon? That’s right, Alejandro. And this time he had a big pan full of taquitos. Chicken and beef, seasoned and cooked and rolled up in flour tortillas. He says, “We normally have them with a fried egg on top.” Such is the nature of a successful pusher in that he knows exactly how to speak the addict’s language. Fried eggs on top? I’ll take ’em. So, I returned to Chamisa with 4 bags of 4 taquitos. Sixteen of the little devils in all. Let’s see, that’s breakfast for 4 more days. You can bet that Alejandro will show up with something else (tamales, chimichangas) just before that 4 days is up.
And, we still have some of our original shrimp purchase. So guess what we’re having for dinner tonight? How about shrimp pizza!
Oh Alejandro, have you no shame?