Thursday, July 26, 2018



It’s Thursday, 11:13 a.m., I’m sitting in my office freezing my toes off; my computer is working as fast as a tortoise walks, so I decide to shut it down. Hmmm, this seems like a good time to take my lunch. I gather my stuff, purse, sunglasses, keys, cell phone and my drinking cup and by that I mean WATER drinking cup, but if I were to be honest you can find Orange Fanta in there once in a great while. As I stroll to my car I wonder where I’m going to take myself, hmmmmmm YES, I think I will go to Rancho Market to carouse the aisles. As I salsa my way down the aisles gathering ingredients to make my famous carne asada I spot MANGO CHAMOY! Whaaaaaaaat? I haven’t had this scrumptious treat since relocating back to Utah…I must buy a tub. Driving back to work I cannot wait to flop at my desk so I can open the container and delicately take one out and place it in my mouth. Hmmmmm, EYES POPPING OUT, dear Jesus what is that? My tongue is burning; MY – LIPS – ARE – ON – FIRE!!!

In a TIME OUT until my mouth has recovered

This is where Spanish would come in handy as I have learned CHAMOY MEANS, according to Urban Dictionary, “A Mexican spice put on stuff. Chamoy can be put on HOT Cheetos! “Hey, Juan, do you want hot Cheetos with chamoy?” Juan answers, “Sure.” My question to kid asking Juan if he wants hot Cheetos with chamoy…WHY THE FLIP WOULD YOU PUT THAT POWDER ON AN ALREADY HOT CHEETO?