Narrative

I was a young chica traveling around the world. Flying to different countries like Japan, Germany, and France. Seeing sights that I’ve only seen in movies or books. My friend Jose and I had saved the best for last, Mexico. We have drunken many different alcoholic beverages and Jose was able to hold his alcohol, me not so much (maybe that’s why I chose to go to Mexico as our final destination). It was tequila time. We walked into a bar that reeked of Tijuana beer and tequila. The place was filled with kids that were too young to drink since the drinking age is 18 in TJ. After a few shots with Jose I was buzzed enough to finally socialize and dance with everyone around me. After dancing with enough men and women, I regretted not eating anything. We all know how taking shots of tequila goes: lick the salt, take the shot, bite the lime. But in my drunken stupor I wondered, what comes next? What if I still want that lime flavor but I don’t want to ruin my teeth on the citric acid that come with the fruit itself? It was by this time I knew I needed something in my stomach or all the tequila was going to be on the teenage boppers in the middle of the dance floor. There was nothing but heavy bar food like nachos and carnitas. I wanted something light. My drunkenness had brought me to an idea where I can have that Mexican flavor without having to take shot after shot with salt and lime. Jose ordered nachos and I put lime on a plain nacho with some kind of chili sauce. I didn’t like how the chip felt in my mouth after drinking so much and how much chewing I was doing. This is where my lime and chili puff came into mind. I wrote my idea down on a napkin and found it in my pocket four months later when Jose reminded me about it and the rest is history.