Rachel Lucas explains very nicely why I will never go to England^[a]:

Oh god, I understand nachos. Melted cheese all over jaunty, salty chips with refried beans and seasoned ground beef and oh criminy hell on earth, what I would do for a simple CRISPY BEEF TACO right now…

Oh and to really take this tangent off the tracks, you can all stop telling me I can make this stuff myself. I cannot. You don’t understand. The “foundation” ingredients are not available. Spices, I have; veggies for salsa, I have. But their version of ground beef is called “mince meat”, and it is not the same. And there is no sign of anything remotely resembling what a Texas would call “refried beans.” Tortillas are not the same. Yes they have them, in the “exotic” section of the Tesco, but they’re not! the same!

I went more than the first two decades of my life without eating Mexican food, because I am picky and don’t like to try new things. Once I realized I loved Mexican food, I also realized that I have a limited amount of time on Earth in which to enjoy said food, and that I must eat it as often as possible. Unless God Himself tells me, in absolutely no uncertain terms, that I have to do so, I have no intention of going without Mexican food for more than a few days ever again. I couldn’t even visit England, because the amount of time I would spend flying over and back would put me way too close to my going-without-Mexican-food limit.

I want to thank Rachel for getting the warning out to us “hillbilly ‘Murricans.” Otherwise, I might have actually visited England, and I don’t know how I would have survived.

1. That’s not what the post itself is about. The main topic of the post is Rachel’s adventures in clothes shopping while in England. [↩]