Though I normally buy packaged tortilla chips for my spicy food nights, I'm now in the southwest, so while patronising a local market I picked up some authentic tostada chips. When in Rome, and et cetera.
These things are tough as $^*(#. So tough in fact they broke one of my teeth off.
I knew something wasn't right when I felt something knurled in my mouth... I went and looked in the mirror, and found the knurled surface to be the remnants of my own tooth. Evidently, half a tooth is indistinguishable from tough-ass tostada in terms of texture, as I discerned nothing foreign while chewing and swallowing. That's right, people. Southwestern cuisine made me eat my own tooth. Guess I'll be visiting Algodones after all.
So my road safety tip: Skip the tostadas.*
*Editorial note: Tip in jest.
I still want my damned tooth back though.
These things are tough as $^*(#. So tough in fact they broke one of my teeth off.
I knew something wasn't right when I felt something knurled in my mouth... I went and looked in the mirror, and found the knurled surface to be the remnants of my own tooth. Evidently, half a tooth is indistinguishable from tough-ass tostada in terms of texture, as I discerned nothing foreign while chewing and swallowing. That's right, people. Southwestern cuisine made me eat my own tooth. Guess I'll be visiting Algodones after all.
So my road safety tip: Skip the tostadas.*
*Editorial note: Tip in jest.
I still want my damned tooth back though.